Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2018
mortal coil wraps itself around my paper throat

can't speak
can't breathe

trembling fingers mumble words
that I so long to scream

I shiver in the heat
of ever distant summer days

voices in my head dance
and sing their songs of woe
trauma's weeping eyes
are crumbling in the dark
Celeste Briefs
Written by
Celeste Briefs  17/F/Colorado
Please log in to view and add comments on poems