Tw ending Poems
bliss.
by Raevyn Sims
picking and pulling,
thrashing and throbbing
the feel of my flesh being ripped open.
the cold, welcoming feel
warm fluid dripping.
as my white sheets are stained by the red dread inside of my skin.
i want it gone-
the feeling inside my head.
as i finally feel that hot relief,
my brain is no longer foggy.
......
bliss.
by Raevyn Sims
picking and pulling,
thrashing and throbbing
the feel of my flesh being ripped open.
the cold, welcoming feel
warm fluid dripping.
as my white sheets are stained by the red dread inside of my skin.
i want it gone-
the feeling inside my head.
as i finally feel that hot relief,
my brain is no longer foggy.
......
