Tap, tap, tap
Her fist against the door.
Bang, bang, bang
I don't care anymore.
Snap, snap, snap
My mental rubber band.
Pop, pop, pop
The feel of a mother's hand.
Rip, rip, rip
Plastic tearing open.
Crack, crack, crack
My soul is still broken.
Drip, drip, drip
My blood spilt on white tile.
Throb, throb, throb
As I die, I smile.
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Musings of the Insane
PoetryThis is more or less a sequel to Nightmares, only this one will mostly be freestyle poetry. The same warning applies to this one. Also, if easily triggered, do not read, please. Thanks and enjoy.
