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klconner

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since December 2017
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Stage 3B

December 21, 2017

Dear Stage 3B,
I despise how you consume her body,
How you live in her lungs, trying to crawl upward when she sleeps, 
And you snatch her breath like you need it to live.
I hate that you don't let anyone fix your flaws.

Please come out,
It is not your place to live. 
She quit three and a half years ago, and now you come to taunt her,
to fill her lungs with guilt and her throat with karma.

I hope you regret your choice to choose her,
Because she won't let you consume her,
And pretty soon, you will be ripped from her lungs,
And the life you steal will slowly leave you.
It will return with a rage,

And for that, I will wait.
Sincerely,
Kiersten

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