I will write my letters
From the grave you
Dug for me
Rotting away under
The soil you covered me in
❀
I hope you have stopped
Injecting yourself with lies
As you swallow pills of malice
I hope you have ceased
Getting a kick out of drawing
Other’s blood
Of bringing bruises to skin
❀
But from where I lie here
Six feet under your spite
I can only assume you are
Still sharpening your sadism
Into yet another blade
❀
And every word I form
Is a handful of dirt gently
Blowing away from my
Burial site
❀
I tuck the paper
Inside an envelope
Seal it, stamp it
And address it to
Everyone but you
❀
This is a warning and plea
Written by the dead
Sent from the grave
Begging anyone and everyone
Not to let someone with sharp teeth
Tear them apart the way
I let you shred me
About the Creator
Poppy
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Comments (9)
Great comeback to end on… warning others not to tolerate such treatment.🤔
Such a painful and pleading piece! Very well done, Poppy!
Really excellent, a very powerful poem, absolutely loved this. "And every word I form Is a handful of dirt gently Blowing away from my Burial site" is a breathtaking verse
Injecting yourself with lies was a powerful line
Awesome
"I can only assume you are Still sharpening your sadism Into yet another blade" These lines were my favourite! Loved your poem!
Felt it .perfect
I was in a different world Poppy.
Haunting and disturbingly beautiful