Shadow Poetry

contrary

silence becomes blaringly loud if you’re willing to hurt enough to hear it.

this sorrow can’t eat into my bones any further. but then you turn your back on me and i’m riddled with hollow marrow. my cells turn on themselves.

this isn’t supposed to hurt but my skin is burning with the cold of your emptiness.

this wasn’t a nightmare. how did you do this? break this so fully? can’t the sun hit my heart enough to bring me back? from the edge. from the moment. the moment i forget how to boil my own blood until i can speak through lips i own.

this wasn’t supposed to hurt.

this wasn’t supposed to hurt.

By Daphne Shadows

Speak and be heard...

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