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Mar 2018
Can it hurt
anymore?
These angry fists
all full of lungs
drummed out a beat---

breath
squeeze
breath
squeeze---

a tug of war with
wills and will nots

A poison mouth
to bite from the inside
out

and all that was heard
teeth ripping
from this skull
tearing out this
heart.

Blanketed half-life limbs
melt one into
another. The birds are long gone
by now. Sodden cracked out floors

are all that's left. A God

that ran away from me-
holding out toes
hips
and chestful of lies-
And now I
lay

forgotten.
This collapsing throat.
A sight to
leave children
wringing their hands.


The walls are tired
of me
lately.
This poem is from the very darkest depths of my past. I use this as a reminder of how far I have come, and where I never, ever want to go again.
Andi Koe
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Andi Koe  28/F
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