innocence
creeping up behind me
engulfing me
a wool blanket
on a girl and her stuffed animal
on a chilled falls day
except, cold
and wet
creeping into me
encasing my eyes
stuffing my esophagus
i stand in lust
looking at a boy
i cough
starting to hack
it's found it's way
into my lungs
and i begin to
crumble to the ground
in a horrible dance
the boy
runs over
he screams for help
his voice breaks
he inhales short
and fast
if i wasn't
being devoured
at this second
i would tell you
that the only
thing you can give
to save me
is you.
YOU ARE READING
flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
