Monday, November 6, 2017

Poem: Untitled by Hannah Marshall

by Hannah Marshall, 2017

bloody water runs through my veins
and all this bitch does is complain
the human stain
that makes me weak and depleted
my blood runs thin
as she digs her fingers in
into my sockets
and down the canals of my ears
deep in grey matter
destroying all perception
what little i still see and hear
as the deafening silence appears
in the holes
where my beautiful brown eyes
did deeply reside
glossy with once thick
and bloody tears

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