There's a thing in the reflection
Two beady eyes shoved deep into black
sockets, stabbing through my temple
There's a hunch in their back,
but not by choice
A collar wraps tightly around
the throat, creating deep holes for
inconsolable truths to slip out
I woke to him hanging from the
ceiling; ever constant blank expression plastered
The wire is wrapped around my body
We have never spoken a word
to one another. forever inseparable
A gentle kiss on the forehead,
and suddenly the floor seems much less cold
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC
There's a thing in the reflection
Two beady eyes shoved deep into black
sockets, stabbing through my temple
There's a hunch in their back,
but not by choice
A collar wraps tightly around
the throat, creating deep holes for
inconsolable truths to slip out
I woke to him hanging from the
ceiling; ever constant blank expression plastered
The wire is wrapped around my body
We have never spoken a word
to one another. forever inseparable
A gentle kiss on the forehead,
and suddenly the floor seems much less cold
