The madness doused me in gasoline. The pain struck the first match. The heartbreak sauntered over to me slowly and just like that I was screaming beneath the flames. Nothing will ever be the same, will it? Now that I am charred and scarred and covered in ash? But maybe I'm okay with that. The… Continue reading Burnt Flesh (Do you see me?)
Tag: poetry is not dead
Infidelity
I've been gutted and I don't have it in me to clean up the mess. So just let me bleed... the wound will clot and I will cauterize the flesh and move on... eventually... eventually.