by Obscure   Jun 9, 2022

I have tugged my heart from my chest.
It does not leave willingly
And even still I feel the sticky
Pieces cling to ribcage wall
Nausea rising from the pooling wreck
Bring knives, bring daggers
Rid me of this torture
Then I will give myself to you
Till I am no more
Than a quivering mess
Of cowardice

- ©Obscure 2022


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  • 4 months ago

    by Olwin Mcdonald

    Such a lot of raw feeling in this that the reader could fell.
    Well done writing this.

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