Dear Poetry,I am trying to cover my sadness with words.
Tape them against my scars
& wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing
wounds of my own making. Sometimes,
I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. This body does not deserve
a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster
a creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots, force feed you
down the throats of others. De-format you
& leave you empty; freeversed-
to hang loosely along the heartstrings
Dear Poetry,She writes love in blood
between used bookstore classics
and a bare ribcage.
Amen to that!
I wish with every fiber of my being
Every hour my conscience is awake
That I could be someone else
And then I know I'm free
And truly know what it means
I think I need to stop looking at poetry for the day lol