tw: kinda violent/graphic?
My blood boils over
and spills,
steaming and
sizzling and
hissing,
out of the gash you've cut
right in my head,
and drips down into my eyes,
turning my sight a vicious shade of
red.
Burning red,
fiery red,
scalding red.
And as the hot, hot tears begin to
leak from the corners,
i notice
they are tinted red.
And as they slip past my lips,
slithering through my teeth,
the words I spit are red.
You have stained me red.
YOU ARE READING
Dregs
PoetryDregs: the most worthless part or parts of something. This is a collection of poetry I've written over the last few years as I try to figure out who I am, what I want, and how to get it without killing myself in the process. I'll put trigger warning...
