Single drop of poison
Slight pressure on the wrong nerve
A wrong word, an unintended glance.
A shove off a tall building
Taste of gun metal against the gustatory palate
Broken promises, scattered like dead petals.
A fever of 99
A cold of 10 sniffles per minute
Throat, a heated battle field.
Violent cataclysms of the confused mind
Storms raging in my humerus
The salt of your lies leaving my eyes.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
Single drop of poison
Slight pressure on the wrong nerve
A wrong word, an unintended glance.
A shove off a tall building
Taste of gun metal against the gustatory palate
Broken promises, scattered like dead petals.
A fever of 99
A cold of 10 sniffles per minute
Throat, a heated battle field.
Violent cataclysms of the confused mind
Storms raging in my humerus
The salt of your lies leaving my eyes.
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