Bite deep to my bones and take breath to tell what taste I possess. Lick wide to gather all the touch so I can be velveteen. Then clutch me hard and desperate, with sight thrown back to fully smell my afterimage: A flash of red and solo.
Tag: emotional disorders
Victim
I hurt. Quick numb the pain numb the pain. Because there's nothing I can do to change. If only it were my fault. Numb it. Numb it. Powerless. You hurt, and you just have to hurt. SHUT UP! Numb the pain numb the pain I don't feel a thing, because what else do I do … Continue reading Victim
Author T.S. Lowe 