May 2020
i'll put prints on the wall
blood on the floor
twist and twirl
'til it don't make sense
i'll turn and pull
just more and more
i still have to hide
it's my way of defense
blood on the floor
twist and twirl
'til it don't make sense
i'll turn and pull
just more and more
i still have to hide
it's my way of defense
A poem every day
5/5/20
5/5/20
