My chest is a hurricane,
my mind a twirling tornado,
my stomach a sick mess of filth,
my hands murderers,
my legs trembling twigs,
my lungs an overflowing bathtub,
my blood a dirty stream,
my bones lit matches turning into ash,
and my heart, broken.
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Bits and Pieces
Poetry{GREAT THANK YOU'S TO MY BABY: FARAH (the_author15) FOR MAKING ME THIS DOPE COVER}. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, because in...
