They say if you have been bitten by a poisonous snake, the way to save yourself is to suck out all the venom and spit it out. Don’t swallow, just spit. Might be a wives tale, but feelings are like that.
They need an outlet. Words unveiling their color, pain, sharp edges, and uncomfortable side glances with brutish (almost naive) pleasure. Soon the murder of my feelings is splattered all over walls and windows. It’s not very pretty. But when it’s all out, I am free. It appears all they clamor for, is some testament of their existence.
They need an outlet. Words unveiling their color, pain, sharp edges, and uncomfortable side glances with brutish (almost naive) pleasure. Soon the murder of my feelings is splattered all over walls and windows. It’s not very pretty. But when it’s all out, I am free. It appears all they clamor for, is some testament of their existence.