3:48 pm
i cut into space.
i cry the milky way from my eyes,
f a l l i n g with stars.
the galaxy drips from my wrist,
thick, and vibrant.
the cut into space, was from
the deepest parts.
every drop of milk that rolls down my cheek,
loses its color more and more.
the galaxies color,
was ripped away and drained.
YOU ARE READING
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
