POETS ARE SO DRAMATIC
- Dark Poets Club

- Oct 6
- 1 min read
By Shae O'Reilly

In my mind
I see the cut
deep and fast
blood
red, red, red
I feel the wind
of the train
before I fall
the split second prior
to nothing at all
I mentally step
in front of cars
my shattered bones
are turned to dust
my imagination runs wild



