soon enough
t shirts turned to
sweatshirts
still fingers turned to
shaky appendages
sad movies turned to
depression
small stones turned to
towering brick walls
an open heart turned to
a lock and key,
with the lock nowhere to be found.
my once pale legs-
the only things i liked about my body before you came-
the fact that it was funny when they jiggled a little,
the fact that it was attractive to have thick thighs,
the fact that i felt comfortable in my own skin-
my once pale, perfect legs-
turned into red,
scarred,
bleeding,
aching,
stinging
legs.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Suicidal Flower
Poesie▪️only one flower was harmed in the making of this book▪️
