your voice
reminds me of those million screams
i heard that night.
asking me why
won't make me forget the crime.
now that i think about it,
the million screams came from
within the top of my own throat,
almost as the vomit you made me purge.
the way you ran that blade across my quivering lower back
still sends chills throughout my skeleton bones.
my blood rained
from my body
as if the forecast called for
april showers.
why did you have to do this to me?
YOU ARE READING
she wept silently all night
Poesíathe girl next door cries herself to sleep every night before bed. hear her words that will change the way you hear her cry tonight.
