The pencil glided across the paper
Fuck up
The inker collided with those marks
Shut up
A prisma drew arcs between those lines
Cut up
The darker shade drew twines above it
Screw up
The gel pen hit marks along that
Stop it
A colored pencil bat across the page
Just get hit
The lights adjusted to look as a stage
You don't get it?
The click of a camera just above
I hope you get bit
The photo was edited and cropped to perfection
You're not worth it
Posted to social media, my friends like it
"I am worth it"
YOU ARE READING
Poems b*tches
PoesíaDo you feel threatened by the moths? No? I have at least 3 out for my blood, they haven't found my hiding place though, and I'll be in trouble if they do ~ Moths, the creatures of the night Moths, the creatures lured by light Such weird beings who f...
