i enveloped my body
with my own limbs
coldness on coldness
pretending i won't tear down like those glasses
a pityful cry pierced through the silence
echoing from the back of my throat
until the end of the deserted hall
YOU ARE READING
everyone dropped dead (but i'm left standing)
Poetrycollection of thoughts i'd wrote down before i went tango with satan. --- ©blowmesmoke, 2019
