Sliced limbs recoil in the darkness
beneath your porcelain flesh
The melodic curve of your smile mocks the ones in my waist
What a smile.
What a face.
What a waste.
In tribute to summer I will light a match
Watch this body crumble to ash
I cut windows as escape routes
And still my soul's held captive
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Poetry archive from the mental hospital
PoetryThe title says it all. Please read and comment ur thoughts
