The backlash of my broken heart
broke my ribs and my neck
it left me dead inside
alone battered and bruised
covered in scars all the way through
you left an imbrication of scars
across me
in a feeble attempt to survive
I ended up a corpse
an empty body
YOU ARE READING
Broken words
PoesieA collection of my poems 'who we tend to be is the fixed and limited perception of the people around us. So when we are alone - who are we?'
