09:54 10/03/2019
the bathroom door
is broken again
an imprint visible
a mark
dark
to show the impact
what if
that hit
landed on my skin
like it did
when i was a kid
the words
sieved
through a wooden door
that's all
that was saving me
from the other world
inside the bathroom
smiles and dreams
the future just seems
so bright
juxtaposed
with whatever this is
outside
i would rather not know
could i stay in here
and hide
what if
the door didn't exist
what would be the sieve
would would be the wood
where would the imprint land
of not on me
is that the reason
behind my crooked face
why my eyes aren't even
and my expression so fake
has my mind just shifted
oh shit
it's happening
i need to go back
to hiding
since everything is okay
for everyone else
and her ears hurt
what do i say
whatever
whatwver
whatever
it's okay
it's okay
just hate
but it's okay
09:59 10/03/2019
YOU ARE READING
petal poetry
Poetryyour flower face and rosy cheeks floral dress on petalled skin fast written poetry raw thoughts from my brain have a little piece of me and please enjoy your stay
