Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2019
I dream of death by bullets
entering the jaws of strangers
exiting my own skull
my own mortality is fragile
in the hands of my instability
As I shoot, like fireworks, across
the blue sky and paint it red
is that my finality?
Written by
awknight  27/F/Hell
Please log in to view and add comments on poems