The road that winds up
Veiled windows, casket-homes, and stacked bodies line a road to silent, crumbling…
Read more โLissome skin bears violent scars, screaming loudly as they are finally shed.
I let them be, as reminders
of your futility, how you often hurl
things at the sharp angles of my lissome body
and sometimes, the things you throw catch at my life
like bullets dodge themselves into blood vessels causing
them to bleed into lusty, loud screams of warm deaths โ
you continue to play
a game of hell and paradise
unperturbed, as
I shed my scars.