Blank
As a weapon
No message in
No bottle
No save our ship
I don't want you
Don't need you
Won't haunt you
Won't feed you
See how you like it
The taste of your acrid tongue
Filling up your mouth
As behind my back you blather
Well I'd rather
Snub you
Like you did to me
Rub your
Graphite out
Till there's nothing to see
Delete your pretty pictures
I don't toy with tricksters
YOU ARE READING
Escapril 2020
PoetryA poetry collection based on prompts from @letsescapril on Instagram
