I could not get the words out
I showed you howI felt-
By pointing at the welts
Wrapped around my thigh
Not exactly a cry
But a gurgle of screams
A bit of self-infliction
To ease the tension
But it's so far
From release
YOU ARE READING
The Stardust in a Black Hole
PoesíaA reflective tale of self-growth that connects the reader to a deeper sense of self.
