Girl Is A Poet.

Girl is a poet.

I crawl as far as my limbs will bear,

My throat lodged tight with acidity’s care.

I croak, my eyes open, in a futile attempt of solace,

Blood.

I cough,

It’s dripping from my lips,

Staining the white porcelain.

I cower,

Panicked as choking constricts my breath,

The taste turns sour,

A whisper of death.

-by me

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