broken hand, broken heart

April 28, 2020

three holes in the wall

maroon liquid seeping red

staining the floors

from my broken hand

three holes in my heart

from every punch's blow

knocking me off the ground

leaving me breathless

all i want is to go home

just let me escape this place

cause all it's leaving me

is a broken hand, broken heart

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