May 2017
Jumping higher
and higher
into the sky
until I land
and I splat
on the ground.
Blood and guts
everywhere
but people
think it's paint.
They each
hold a trace
of my demise.
and higher
into the sky
until I land
and I splat
on the ground.
Blood and guts
everywhere
but people
think it's paint.
They each
hold a trace
of my demise.
