men are sharks and weakness is blood
circle in the shallow waters of my insecurity
eyes flashing with hunger
bite off a piece of my heart, help yourself to seconds
let the leftovers go stale
there’s blood in the water
like hieroglyphics
like liquid hourglass
memories from a wolf pack that swallowed me whole
all that’s left is a jangling bunch of bones
calcium wind chimes
the ghost of my screams will be the trumpet
your beating will be the drums
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
men are sharks and weakness is blood
circle in the shallow waters of my insecurity
eyes flashing with hunger
bite off a piece of my heart, help yourself to seconds
let the leftovers go stale
there’s blood in the water
like hieroglyphics
like liquid hourglass
memories from a wolf pack that swallowed me whole
all that’s left is a jangling bunch of bones
calcium wind chimes
the ghost of my screams will be the trumpet
your beating will be the drums