My words come out like poison.
Thick and deafening.
Your words come out like fire.
Turn me to ashes and burn me slowly.
Poison bubbling and fire flaming.
My poison shriveling back to where it came from.
YOU ARE READING
An endless abyss
PoetryJust some poems and thoughts, nothing too important. Just read if you want to I guess. This will probably all be extremely cringy in years to come but for the time being I think that they're ok.
