mirror mirror on the wall
blood is scattered down the hall
mother thrown onto the bed
father has finally lost his head
police are running from their car
bruises are forming down my arm
never come back father said
no longer alive i feel dead
mirror mirror on the wall
will the suffering stop at all?
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
the lines were my friends
all six were as straight as bones
when i became one with the lines, my eyes saw the world clearly
as it should have been all along
one by one
i become enveloped with the lines
and they become enveloped within me
until they consumed me completely
my breath was no more
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
why is your name brought up over and over
throughout my days
why is your face etched into my veins
as if you have become one with me
why do you wake me in the middle of the night
with me screaming into the humid nights of the cruel reality you tore me through
but you are not there
you never were
so why are you here now
in the form of a miserable memory
when all along
you were just out to destroy me
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC