Curled up on the bathroom floor
Holding my stomach
My large intestine spilling out of the large crevice in my front
I look down
Everything is red
I never liked the color red
I think it's overrated
Everyone likes the color red
Except when it's flooding out of you
This feeling
This feeling of nothing
Emptiness
A hungry void that's eating all of my hope
I hear a knock at the door
Or is that my external heart beating?
I hear someone call out
But I respond, despite the blood spilling out of the corners of my mouth
That i'm okay
I just have a tummy ache.
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Pixi's Poems
PoetryThis is a book of poems that I've written, embracing all different emotions I feel. A lot of these poems are dark, and it may be triggering for others to read. Poetry is one of my safe-places, and I would like to share it with you <3 TW// SH, S...
