Cold rigid steel ****** its way inside
My Skin; Quarrying away drops of blood.
I wonder where it all went wrong
Was I not kind? Not generous?
Did I not make you smile
Is it fair
That the ones closest to you
Can hurt you the most.
I trusted you alone
And you stabbed me in the back
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
Though he is small
He understands the empty house.
Running to his room
He hides,
Inside the duvet
Re-reading the hungry caterpillar.
Wanting to emerge from his cocoon
Into a world
Where wilted flowers grow
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC