how can i choke
when the words
are meant to be
bleeding from
your mouth?
I.
I am on the floor,
mucus.
every piece of me
feels the ache,
a dull thudding.
and you are not coming to pick me up.
II.
I am in the dirt,
gritting my teeth
together.
it's so cold,
and my blood tastes
like betrayl in my mouth.
III.
I am in me,
and i have never felt
such a sense of calm.
Author notes
26th august 08.
spit me out,
but you are perfect.
Comments
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iiii love how this is set up.
im a suker for roman numerals.
this is blood boiling just under the skin.<333

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wow. this person must mean a lot to you, even if they treat you so badly. great poem!
thanks for sharing - abbey -
wow, I love this. It's written so perfectly. I can really feel the emotions in this. You portray them so well. Amazing job, doll. You have so much talent.
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