my mouth is closed shut,
as the sentences
that could ignite insanity,
rip a hole within my throat.
i watch silently.
like a hawk to its prey,
as you stalk the darkest corners of
of the drowning forest that
engulf my mind.
the ghost growls with hate,
of the person i had become.
while the mossy grass that covers the
forest floor will always be imprinted
with your footsteps.
i want to scream,
rip out the vocal cords
of my screeching thoughts.
i want to dry up my gardens,
burn the forests,
and plant new growth
that you will never understand.
but answer me this—
how can i grow,
if my roots are still with you?
- zmh
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drops of champagne
Poésiedrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
