I CAN FEEL MY THROAT BURNING RAW
I CAN TASTE POISON IN MY TONGUE
I CAN HEAR MY OWN PULSE JUMP OUT OF MY VEINS
MY FINGERS CLENCH INTO MY PALMS AND
I SWEAR THEY MIGHT BE STAINED RED UNDER MY NAILS
TEARS WELL IN MY DRY EYES
AND COLOR MY IRISES BRIGHT
YET ALL I CAN SEE IS BLURRED WAVES IN MY VISION
I FEEL MY HEART HARDENING AGAINST THE INJUSTICE DONE
ITS TURNING INTO A BULLET
AND I SO DESPERATELY
WANT TO PULL THE TRIGGER
IF NOT FOR THE FEAR OF DIGGING THE METAL OUT OF YOUR CHEST AND WASHING THE GUNPOWDER OFF MY HANDS
so it's been a tough week
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Symptoms of Starlight | Poetry
Poetry"you've been brushed by the need for something greater, your head waits for a crown." In which a girl writes down everything from 2 am thoughts to afternoon drabbles to empowering poems in hopes it all means something.
