January 9, 2018

4KSO

Posted in: Poetry

My past found truth in your chokehold
Do you ever find yourself on the floor, face up?

I bleed around my fingertips
It was freeing and fun; hurtful, yet tender.

Find what makes me happy
Find what makes me sad
Use the weapon accordingly.

I dreamt wild dreams
I might be there again

-Morgan Sverson

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