Bare bones splinter
A man voices his disregard
An ache low and bitter
Sits in my blood
The uplift
The drop
The dazed eyes searching for something
They always knew
-Saschia
Bare bones splinter
A man voices his disregard
An ache low and bitter
Sits in my blood
The uplift
The drop
The dazed eyes searching for something
They always knew
-Saschia
A very raw poem of betrayal and the contempt people treat us with. The lines talking about always knowing struck a chord. Someplace deep.
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