Listen to me shatter as you toss my frail porcelain form to the floor.
Does the sound satisfy your blood lust?
Do my final pleas ease your hunger for flesh?
Watch me cascade in an inky black sea, thick and dense.
Do my tears make you smile?
Does my heart beat bring you sorrow?
As I drift into the timeline and drown in my past
Do my errors block your path?
Is my life on your silver screen?
Do I play like a movie to break you from your own reality?
YOU ARE READING
Words I've Kept
PoetryThis is my coping mechanism. I love poetry and feel like it's the only anchor for me some days. I thank those who have me strength to share. I write about Trauma and dark moments of my life so if those aren't for you neither is this.
