Falling Apart
like teeth
that have been pulled
from my slack jaw
all that is left
is my rotten tongue
that teases blood
from the wounds
of my obsession
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home