silence, darling, the pain will subside
hear that? the sound of every thought you had
hanging, from the ceiling, forgotten, deceased
it's fine, it's okay, don't fret, you're in safe arms
merely ideas, now there's no person for them
sucks though, doesn't it? you'll learn in due time
ogle at the flame
kilns cook alive the dreams of wayward children
axes chop in half the reputations of lumberjacks
you're next
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
