I know writers who are like knives
that cut into context slowly and you feel every surge of pain their blade has to offer
but I am not cutlery;I am a bullet.
I get straight to the point
directed towards my target
and thats it.
Im not dragging you out;
Im not wasting any time
or giving any mercy.
look to the man above for favor
look to those knives for torture
but look to me for rebellions against descriptive procrastination// e.b.
YOU ARE READING
DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
