crack your rib cage open,
peel back the bones.
release the creature
inside your chest,
let it out to roam.
let it create the chaos
that's hiding under your skin,
simmering in your blood,
filling up your lungs,
drowing you from within.
-contellations across your ribs, bruises on lips | v.p.
YOU ARE READING
Broken lullabies.
PoetryA cluster of poems i've found that put my emotions into words. None of these are mine.
