don't give her a razor when knives are the sharpest thing she knows
she has yet to meet her nemesis- words
words that slice, slither and poison every cell and every pore of his body
words that cut, stab and strangle the breath in his lungs
she doesn't know the power of the alphabet
an untimely disguise of whatever she paints on her blank canvas
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flowers on my skin [ poetry ]
Poetrystrung together shower thoughts from a perspective of someone who is trying to be