I wanna see what your insides look like
I wanna see your bones poking through
I wanna see your skin all peeled back.
I want to know who you are really,
Beyond the front that you put on for the world.
I want to see your soul deep down,
I want to hold your beating heart in my hand,
And feel if it speeds up when I look you in the eye.
Do I make your breath catch sugar,
Or is that just the way I'm clenching your airways closed?
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Death by Words: A Selection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry written by me (that, as always, demonstrates my mental deterioration and inner dialogue).
