Poem -
#heartdisease
heart shaped scar
throbbing
countless slippery slopes
painting reality
failing
dusting it all with low hopes
mornings tasting like metal
or blood,
trees decorated with limbs
weather smelling like tears
on my tongue.
thunder’s still hiding my screams
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Comments
dark and sharp , reminds me with Gothic metal atmospheres ....