Don't wake us up when tomorrow arrives, we'd rather be dreamers

miércoles, 26 de agosto de 2015


Your ribcage
broke itself into shards
and breathing became
just a little bit more difficult
(not that you needed more reasons to stop)

Claws are digging
between your awkward
shoulderblades -not wings, no
looking to crush
feeble vertebrae

How many times
have you stared at
your fingertips
wishing they could bleed
these unwanted demons away?