Goodbye, a new poem.
the words come easy, hard candies rolled on the tongue. it should be hard to go, to stay, to want both and none of it at all.
Escape.
feet strike pavement, echoes of a path I used to take. running from you, or toward? both are the same mistake. why do the cracks in the concrete make me crave the scratching tickle of your kiss? escape I’m free of this illusion but you’re the lie I hate to miss. Thanks for reading, Victoria…
Watch Me
Vitriol. Drip, drip, drip. Rolling down in rivers, flood. I bathe in pools of poison. Watch me. Trivial. Skip, skip, skip. Rolling off my shoulders, thud. I dance in puddles of blame. Watch me. Minimal. Rip, rip, rip. Rolling, off my tongue, cud. I dine in ponds of apathy. Watch me. _______________________________ Thanks for reading!…
Victoria Elizabeth Ann 