If I could stab me
in the face
through the cheek
in my eye
open my skull
spread my veins
See my blood
gush
ooze
spill
drip
drip
drip
That would be a rather lovely Tuesday.
Mirrored Confusion in my Quagmired Mind
14 Aug 2021 Leave a comment
in Inspiration, Things I wrote, Uncategorized Tags: creative, depression, poet, poetry, sadness
If I could stab me
in the face
through the cheek
in my eye
open my skull
spread my veins
See my blood
gush
ooze
spill
drip
drip
drip
That would be a rather lovely Tuesday.