keratin meets keratin as i plow rows of frustration in my scalp. it sounds like an ocean of sand climbing and collapsing into itself.
you grab me by the throat and paint a line across the bridge of my nose. don't cross it. i couldn't if i wanted to. there's paint in my eyes and i can't see you glaring back at me.
i've saran wrapped my mouth to appease you, i breathe through grocery bags to filter myself, i've chewed on cotton and stuffed my cheeks like a turkey with cotton
and the line on my face sears a trough through me and it hurts and it stings and my lungs are filled with cotton and.
i would do it all again. i would replace my eardrums with cotton if i could open my paint filled eyes again and pretend that i can see you glaring back at me.
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Open To Interpretation
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
