Day: Nov 8, 2022

Are people just open wounds waiting to ooze?

Are we dying to infect whoever comes too close?

You joked about becoming my full-time muse,

Now you can’t take my words,

My smiles and my clothes.

You suffocate me, I am drowning in liquid.

My lungs are filling up with congealed blood.

Am I nothing more than one of your victims?

You let me bloom like fire,

Then cut off the rosebud.

You spread like a disease through my mind

And left me outside to heal on my own.

But you were wrong in thinking I am too kind

To slash you in half

And take back the throne.

-Jackie