straight for the jugular
your words penetrated
like a machete on flames
with clean-cut, surgical precision
you made your decision
cut me through the
thick of my shins
i fell to the floor
smashed through an
unwelcoming door
my heart was open
everything fell through
my work, my dreams, my life
you took over....
..and everything was gone
the "pain" didn't even hurt
i was numb to the core
just....
..broken
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Psych Ward Scriptures
PoetryA spattering of poetry and ultra short tales of love, loss, depression, oppression, animal rights, human rights, existentialism and dates with Lady Satan Herself! High Highs!: 1st #animalrights 1st #suicidalideation 3rd #poesy 7th #uplifting Conten...
