as i walk, the moon casts my
shadow in front of me and
two more on my left side.
it has me thinking,
this moonlight haze,
that the only thing that can truly
stalk me in this dusk
is myself in different distortions
and obscurities.
i drag myself into dark alleyways
carve my own skin,
choke myself,
gasp for help.
but in the morning
i am just simply a
dismembered body,
hidden in the dumpster
along with some homeless
mans used needles.
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The Rose and Her Thorns
Poetrya collections of thoughts, feelings, emotions that have been put into words and that have been gnawing at my brain. check out my other poetry book 'among the wildflowers.' ••• poetry collection explicit language all rights reserved completed O6...
