the last man standingA Poem by FaeryQueentime stampedShould you be the only one left to run. I will make a fool of you. My hearts dark and cold and in need of shelter. But I only know mind games and heartbreak. And it is you who will finish me, feed me to the lions and have my carcass hidden away where the world is too distracted to look. That is what will become of me if I let myself become so nimble to your touches, if I let myself become so vulnerable in the process. I am scared and why shouldn’t I be. Everything I’ve known dances with the devil and makes games out of murder. What else is there to salvage that’s left by my heart? ON THE SPOT: 6.23am - 6.18.19 KH © 2019 FaeryQueen |
Stats
47 Views
2 Reviews Added on June 24, 2019 Last Updated on June 24, 2019 Author
|