sometimes
you forget
what the cold steel taste
of fear and
lone
li
ness
feels like
and other times?
the blade is so far down my throat honey
all I taste
is blood
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
feelings aren't facts. feelings aren't facts.
sometimes
you forget
what the cold steel taste
of fear and
lone
li
ness
feels like
and other times?
the blade is so far down my throat honey
all I taste
is blood
