I died that day. You took my breath and forced my lungs to keep breathing.
You took my death how you took my life.
I drink to forget how drunk I was that day, and I lay on the grass to forget how I couldn't see past the light on that cliff side, surrounded by trees.
I bleed black blood to forget how you made me bleed red all those times.
I hurt myself to forget how you hurt me,
And I'll kill myself to forget how you killed me.
YOU ARE READING
NDE Collector
PoetryAn anthology of poems, working through trauma I'm currently integrating into myself.