Burry me
in wadds of crumpled paper
and cigarettes
and try to live
a kind of life we won't regret
I am a wasteland
ravaged by wind and time
torn to bits and swallowed
my heart races as I feel the floor
drop from beneath my feet
It crumples around me
I don't know where I am
I am annihilated
breath taken from my chest
faster and faster beats my heart
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Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry from my life written between ages 16 and the present.