I stare at her.
All I can see is a red blur.
Why can't things just go back to how they were?
Her wrists scream at me,
The blood is spreading like a STD,
She's sitting in a red sea.
What am I going to do?
I'm just standing here looking at you.
This isn't something I can just undo.
I sit down next your body,
The incisions on your wrists are sloppy.
My vision is starting to get spotty.
YOU ARE READING
Target Audience
PoetryA book of poems; the deep dark depths of nothingness fill these pages, they can be a bit disturbing. Hopefully they reach the targeted Audience.
