Dark,
Alone.
Trying to easy the bluntness of this piercing darkness with a few tiny glimpses of light.
Feeling loved.
But then.
Disgusted.
From feeling nearly safe and nearly warm,
To anxious, sick, and cold.
But it is simply shock value.
Simply...
What?
Simply one thing to do it, but another to reveal.
But how could I even scream,
Or feel...
When the knife is double edged?
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