
Photo by Stanislav Kondratiev
those little iNcessANt pieces of you
gNAwing oN my braiN
DevouriNg me from the iNside out
NeeD to gouge out my eyes
teAr off my Nose
rip off my eArs
remove every trAce
i yeArN for a New fAte
A New brANch
A New pAst
for ANyoNe to fill the blAck hole
to erAse his existANce from me
my miND
my boDy
i’m DrowNiNg iN my owN blooD
swirliNg arouND my sAlivA
AND chokiNg oN it
i see you iN the mirror
burroweD iN me like Dirt
Not like, Am
cAN i escApe?
Am i but a copy?
is thAt reAlly why?
cANNot scrub the strANDs cleAN
with these uNbAreAble, uNrippAble jeANs
About the Creator
Honor Willow Brown
I am a 25 year old student currently in my fourth year of BA English and Film. I'm interested in sharing creative writing, non-fiction articles and poems.



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