That smell
of burning skin
like the way I felt when lying
on the bathroom floor
is not the same
as the hollow places
when I take up only a fraction
of the vastness in these bedsheets
but the worst part
is that metallic taste
of bitter end
with every single breath I take
when I can't shake off
the sheets of blood
or knowledge
of what I've become.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
That smell
of burning skin
like the way I felt when lying
on the bathroom floor
is not the same
as the hollow places
when I take up only a fraction
of the vastness in these bedsheets
but the worst part
is that metallic taste
of bitter end
with every single breath I take
when I can't shake off
the sheets of blood
or knowledge
of what I've become.
