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May 2016
details are important.
they are scattered across the floor like a painting. each shadow, a different story.
too many details can pile up and hurt you, consume you entirely. they nip at your ankles and trip you, dragging you across continents.
i don't want to know these details anymore.
i want to sweep everything i know into a bucket and burn it all.
i want to burn.
i want to forget what i know, forget how they hurt, how we hurt.
the windows need to be scrubbed clean of the blood, their blood, our blood.
they are broken and sad. we are too full of details.
wrote this in 2014 when i first starting legitimately losing my mind *elizabeth schuyler voice* look at where you are look at where you started the fact that you're alive is a miracle
eris
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eris  maine
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   --- and Smol bean
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