my eyes felt like i'd bleached them
the night before
when i split apart the shells of shrimps
under the steaming water
it carved away soft flakes of me
the ones that took years to grow
my fingers relentlessly bleeding
from the sharp pieces
when all i needed
was an extended second with you
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
