Crumpling paper nose.
Painted with pain.
Hitching hooks through skin.
Pulling cheeks low.
Eyebrows drawn hunched.
Faded skin transfixed with winter.
Eyes stare guilty.
Shacking tears wave their hands.
Teeth rattle chains.
A frozen frown stained face.
A smudge that has never faded through all my states.
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Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
