Killer
When you hear such words…
It’s like if you were told,
I don’t love you for who you are, change it.
And then you wake up dead,
spitting blood on somebody else’s words
as the reality licks off your pulse from the knife.
Choke.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2014
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