She said that I stink
And that I
Made her nauseous
Then I felt
A breath on my neck
My first thoughts
"Murderer"
Then I said
It'll be okay if I die
Because the scent
Of the blood
Will overwhelm
The smell
Of me
YOU ARE READING
Sewn together
PoetryWelcome to my new poetry book. Take a journey through my poems and thoughts. Enjoy.