Her Poetry

you haven't read her
poetry
until you feel her words
still rattling in your head
for days.
because her poetry
will always kill a little
bit of you as you read.
her words are bullets
to the heart, you can't help but
bleed long after she's gone.
& death is to those who choke up
on them and feel it clawing
up the back of their throats as they try so
hard not to cry.