i hope
your heart rests
in the hands
of a contortionist
i hope they pull
and stretch it
and crush it
with their feet
i hope they let
you stick your
tongue down
their throat
and bite it off
in rage
i hope they make
horrible comments
that stab your organs
and keep them bleeding
until your body
overflows
with your own bitter
hot blood
but you can't tell them
because you have
no one else
to hold you
conditionally
i hope you
try to distance
yourself
and get sucked
back in
time and time again
i hope you realize
that this
is what you did
to every love
that has graced
your mere
existence.
YOU ARE READING
flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
