there are bags under her eyes,
and a silence so heavy
that it engulfs her very being.
there are tired muscles, and there are
wandering thoughts, pus filled and
blistering like the very monsters
on tartarus's skin
(yes, i made a house of hades reference, fight me).
and there are attempts to push
these thoughts away as they attack like
monsters on tartarus's skin (fight me).
and there is defeat after every failed
attempts at victory, and she just wants
gaea to open a wide chasm and sallow
her whole (fight me).
[a/n]: depressing poetry on christmas day way to go billie
i promise i'll write something cutesy or nice or something
YOU ARE READING
Crowned
Poetrybits and bobs. [sister collection of 'out of sight, out of mind'] [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-fourteen ]
