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her opal veins cut open
the liquid candy foamed
  
eleven winters seasoned
with skin as pure as snow

you may have killed her virtue
but you did not **** her soul.
those
    azure
         tides
     were
     mesmerizing
now
   their
       bonechilling
              waters
             are
    maleficent
and
    when
          someone
     tells us
to leave
     while we
               can
     we run
like
   hell.
my body
does not belong
to me
so stop
treating my actions
like my own
the cuts
fade to scars
quickly
but the scars
remain
indefinitely
a fawn's
eyes
can be much more
powerful
than a buck's
antlers
and all those times
you kissed me
you were just
putting your
thumb
over my
lips
you saw my
panic
as a burden
but you should be
scared
when my panic
ceases
i am
trapped
in a moment
where all i
can do
is stare
until the
scene
blurs together --
not that my
reality
had really been
clear
before.
my struggle with depression
up
you made me
forget
which way was
up

but now
i am starting
to see
the sky
again
could be interpreted negatively or positively.
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