My chest feels like it's being ripped open,
the bones are pried apart, breaking as I scream.
Hands are around my heart, in a steel grip
as another set are cutting slowly,
tearing apart the arteries and tissue.
Blood pours out of me, drowning me before drain out...
YOU ARE READING
Seeking Solace
Poetry"No One Sane writes a novel" "Now you see What's wrong with me." // Chicklit #366 Miscellaneous poems of a never ending sort.
