The splinters of myself
Nick me
Stick me
That summer I collided
Next to you, I resided
I was reassured
Up to my standards, you weren't measured
I was in a bubble
Little did I know that I was in rubble?
You watch me, hungrily
You watch me, angrily
You knew of the inception
You knew of the conception
Your laughter healed
Your digressing concealed
The splinters of myself
Stab me
Grab me
YOU ARE READING
Brainstorm by Rhizome Olivia Quondam
PoetryTake a ride to the dark side of the human heart. Is it love, lust, or leverage? What happens when a muse seduces their poet? This narrated epic (poem) fiction contains a collection of narrative persona poems, detailing each step of the narrator's...
