Drunk
You know,
One day i'm going to get drunk.
And these words will come flowing,
like a soft spring,
Over jagged ice.
Melting the sharp blades,
Into smooth edges
That will stab,
my fragile skin.
Copyright © Ellie Smart | Year Posted 2016
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