Poems by Sexy_Brittney

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  • The tiles are cold under her fingertips
    It feels as though there's pressure of a thousand...

  • Empty (5)

    Here comes your empty talking
    Empty word and empty soul...

  • Pain (1)

    I've felt the pain
    They're there...

  • The cuts become deeper
    As her cries of despair reach cold, unfeeling ears...

  • It's cold and dark as my blood drips down the...
    I fear the inner demons coming to find me...