10/9/2018

Sugar Suicide

 

my past

written in blood

on aged paper

i cannot stomach

 

so in a box

locked

with a hatchet

then again

and buried 6 feet deep

 

but then your name

striked a cord

and sings a code

of a not-so-lovely melody

 

brings the box

barrelling so,

through my skin

 

facing me,

let the judgment begin.

 

  • Author: Sugar Suicide (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2018 02:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • kevin browne

    I wonder how the judgement well pan out. Let me know some day when it happens. Will be interesting to see!!!!



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