she'd stare for too long
and question every detail
no one but her could see.
she'd gaze upon the body
of her alive corpse and
poke at every piece of
impossibly warm flesh.
she'd do this for hours
inspecting every inch of
her dull dwilling skin.
never getting an answer
to a million unreal questions.
YOU ARE READING
poetry to make you bleed
Poetryif you've seen these in tiktok, don't worry, i didn't steal these!! my tiktoks are @writemeaway @herewefellinluv and i post these on there and vice versa:))) poems that i've written over the past couple of months, they are everywhere: favorable, so...
