If you hate me
just tell me
so I can know when to stop kindling
the white coals
burning the skin off my chest,
the aroma of burnt flesh
circulating in my room,
my smoldered bones lying there
waiting for someone else to pick up the pieces.
They Monster They Saw
All around town, they feared him for his scars, His claws, his shadowed eyes. They labeled him a monster All...
this is really good!!!
real.
real.