Blood dried on my face.
I screwed myself up too young.
You're the reason why.
Cuts inside my cheeks,
Ate one too many razors.
You're the reason why.
Body at my feet.
"Quick, hide it in the closet!"
You're the reason why.
You made me this way,
A cold killer in the flesh.
Too bad yours is gone.
YOU ARE READING
In My Mind's Eye
PoetryIf life is but a dream, I will never achieve lucidity. #6 in Poetry (2/14/2022) Runner-Up in the Metaphorically Spoken category of the Summer Sun Awards, 2016 Cover by Seth Yurchisin (IG: @sjyurchisin Note that none of th...
