My skin has been bleached
In this undeniable
Torture of hatred
YOU ARE READING
Sounds of a Fish Attempting to Scale a Skyscraper
Poetry*Finished - first anthology in the Skyscrapers series* Hold fast onto life For it soon slips by. Find the things you love And hold onto them tight. But not too tight, For sometimes they leave Or find something more interesting To shove up their sle...
Hatred
My skin has been bleached
In this undeniable
Torture of hatred
