why
do you stare at me
like that
skin crawling
beetle legs
skittering
my voice vibrates
with the ugly cadence of
cicadas
i don't want you
i don't want you
eye bags
hands that tremble
a temper that makes
ares tumble
stupid stupid grin
i would eradicate you if i could
would purge my body
of your toxins
with more and more toxins
the other day
i looked up how many pills it would take
and then closed the tab
her attempts to flee
have swayed me
once again
a/n: damn.
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escapril
Poetrybathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces
