Liquid language sloshes in my brain, rising every second.
It oozes out my eyes in huge, dark tears and leaves little shiny trails
down my cheeks.
My nose begins to leak, stinging and throbbing as I drip like a broken tap.
The pressure is building in my head as I sob uncontrollably.
I begin to cough, a flood begins in my throat, curving up into my mouth,
lapping sickeningly against the roof of my mouth.
It gushes in a steady dark waterfall from my lips.
There's black goo on my pillow. It smells like ink and cut grass.
The words are stained on my sheets.
Maybe it's Shakespeare...
YOU ARE READING
Anywhere.
PoetryI've written a lot of poetry, and I guess people should here it. Some are about me and my experiences but are mostly just poems.
