i covered my face because
my heart pushed through every pore
like light shining through cracks
but it wasn't light;
it was pain and to show it would be
to dance on my own grave.
YOU ARE READING
GILDED AGE
Poetryall my teeth are gold because of the lies and cockroaches that curl up and sleep inside of them. a collection of short poems. © folsomprison. all rights reserved. published: 10/14/17. completed: 6/25/18.
spaghetti with a side of mental breakdown
i covered my face because
my heart pushed through every pore
like light shining through cracks
but it wasn't light;
it was pain and to show it would be
to dance on my own grave.
