Warm socks on freezing feet.
Trying not to think about a tree.
With roots rooted so deep
In the ground, strangling me.
His eyes like ice
Gray the color of his heart
With teeth he bites
Flesh with words so harsh
Dear God, if you can hear me,
Make the screaming stop.
Dear God, if you are real,
Is this all you've got?
Make the screaming stop.
Trying not to think about a tree.
With roots rooted so deep
In the ground, strangling me.
His eyes like ice
Gray the color of his heart
With teeth he bites
Flesh with words so harsh
Dear God, if you can hear me,
Make the screaming stop.
Dear God, if you are real,
Is this all you've got?
Make the screaming stop.
1 comment:
Amazing, but you didn't need me to tell you that. You're brilliant. I love you.
-Helen
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