My glass heart is the one not beating inside me.
Thrown against a wall by your hands.
Once beautiful, you bear the scars.
Pieces, but the shards of my brokenness become embedded in your flesh.
I know you still ache for your carelessness.
YOU ARE READING
Vampire House
PoetryA poetry chapbook full of raw emotion by Janky Fluffy The book will be published at the Monday of each month. This is on schedule and will be finished by December 2024.
