You've unearthed
my dark, secret chambers–
lying down the pieces
of my skeleton past.
I'm bare bones and all,
blood served running cold,
and when it's my turn to the mirror–
I am one lovely face
of all my lover's rage.
YOU ARE READING
Abandoned
PoetryI come before you asking to come here and see- here lies a poetic anthology of pain, deception, and agony... Abandoned. (2024)
