I would rather be stuck
Between a rock and a hard place
Than the rim of a volcano
And the edge of your cliff
Your hot breath foretold a story
On my neck, it jump started my bones
But now, it burns
And suffocates me relentlessly
I've filled myself with your hatred
And stored you beneath my fingernails
In anger, and in love
Either way, I consider them *****
I have shared with you
My darkest shadows
My brightest eyes
And you reaffirmed my beliefs
That neither have a meaning
If your foot isn't pressing down on them
Like an informal baptism
It is clear what this is
It is the domestication
Of a wolf, to a dog
From a dog
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
I would rather be stuck
Between a rock and a hard place
Than the rim of a volcano
And the edge of your cliff
Your hot breath foretold a story
On my neck, it jump started my bones
But now, it burns
And suffocates me relentlessly
I've filled myself with your hatred
And stored you beneath my fingernails
In anger, and in love
Either way, I consider them *****
I have shared with you
My darkest shadows
My brightest eyes
And you reaffirmed my beliefs
That neither have a meaning
If your foot isn't pressing down on them
Like an informal baptism
It is clear what this is
It is the domestication
Of a wolf, to a dog
From a dog
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