Poems from layla_
When the water runs so loud that all other noise is blocked out
I like to stare into the silver glass and face my favorite opponent
What I...
I wonder if Jesus apologized when they dug the nails into his skin
If he said sorry for unknown sins
As the dark red blood dripped from his...
Here’s to our futures, comes the cry
From a soapbox in the middle of an empty street, where no one is listening, save for the trees
Yet,...
The cereal swims in the bowl, innocently enough
It’s cold and sugary and terrifying
I struggle to take a breath
I watch it float, the...
Hello again
From the abyss
The endless void of falling, crashing, burning
Once more
I’ve made the wrong choice
Took the blue pill, took the...