"ecchymosis" poems
For a girl who writes
Body filled with fresh-picked scabs
Brand from you, as price
You melted her ice,
Taking a sly aim and stabs
Severing a splice
She forgave you twice
Nick, slit and **** you gave thrice,
Gives you one more chance.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC