Beware
I'm dangerous
Like the piercing pitch of silence
Or like the sound of my heart shattering
Dangerous like
The sharp razor you run across your wrist
The bathroom floor that you sit and cry on
I have a dangerous soul
Full of darkness
And echoes
I'm dangerous
Like the pit bull held back on a rusted chain
I am not to be messed with
Copyright © Alissa Ross | Year Posted 2015
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