They've gotten taller
Sharper
No longer boxed in
Back to its original form
But the spikes are getting longer
Pinning me to the wall
Some of them graze me
The pain
Caourses through my veins
Again
So much more
Then before
Slowly killing me
Once more
Pressing against my stomach
Pressing against my head
Pressing against my arms
Blood everywhere
Dripping down my legs
Dripping down my face
Dripping down my hands
Softly whimpering
Barely moving
Again
So close to my neck
So close to my fingers
So close to my eyes
One wrong move
And I'm dead
Blood continues
To drip
Not again
Please not again
-E.G.
YOU ARE READING
You know bits and pieces
Poetrythis story is for anyone who wanta to read it... it might be a trigger warning to some sensitive people. I'm sensitive. this is my life. it may spund like drama... but its all true. This is my life in the form of poems. Heart felt meaningful poems...
