Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Jun 2020 Coraline Hatter
he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath
I’m so sick of feeling like it’s never going to stop. It needs to stop. It’s exhausting to know that everyday social injustice keeps happening and now that something is being done about it, everyone is ******. When I can raise my sons and daughters and not fear for their life. Only then, will I be satisfied.
 Jun 2020 Coraline Hatter
i’ll always matter to you
but i’ll never be your person

i’ll always just be a

just a gentle
play on words
 Jun 2020 Coraline Hatter
I wish he would hold me
and not just my body
I want stability
Not to be felt
But understood entirely
 May 2020 Coraline Hatter
 May 2020 Coraline Hatter
I never thought I'd matter
To anyone

Until you
Came along

And changed my perspective
Of the universe

You made me feel
Like I matter

And I'm grateful
For you.
 May 2020 Coraline Hatter
Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
You were moon-drunk, speaking words
only uttered under the stars
because even you yourself feared
what left your swollen tongue.
You feared yourself more than I did
and that scared you.
But it scared me more knowing
that it would happen again, knowing
that your shadow would grow darker
every night until your star-sipped liquor
turned your fear into another monster
in the night; one that this time,
I couldn't run away from.
she was a good christian girl; long brown hair, never dyed, with pretty brown eyes that only wore makeup on Sundays; her 'only God can judge us' attitude a red balloon in a bare room where people didn't really understand her conviction.

he was not in the prediction; bad boy streak with brows pierced and arms inked, he smelled of cigarette smoke and broken dreams and everything she wasn't allowed to be; she liked it.
she turned away from Him for him, exchanged forever for temporary sin.

no one is devoted forever, everyone can be swayed to visit the other side.
Next page