"Don't turn the mirror toward me,
I don't wish to witness what you see,
Blood stains are all over the place,
That scares me."
It scares you? My guy.
It runs in your body, it shouldn't be a matter.
The devil does too. Are you scared of the latter?
No use hiding, I'll always find a way,
No use fleeing, I promise I'll win the day.
And you'll return, seeking my embrace,
Grateful for rescue from this eerie space.
I'll trail my dark nails through your hair,
Planting gentle kisses,
Scattering them everywhere.
Won't miss your forehead,
Your cheeks,
Your neck,
Your lips,
As the fabrics envelop your face in a glimpse.
YOU ARE READING
Eight Billion (and more poetry)
PoetryHis hands cradle his face. Yearning to be alive, Yearning to be alive, "Wrap me close, won't you?" ♧ A collection of my original poems.
