i’m a donor yet still i live - lungs so far apart each breath stolen could still kill me i’m a coward yet still i thief - chase me on the street every time i dance my toes keep breaking beneath me i’m a liar yet still i speak - clench me in your fist cut my tongue out break open my skin shove it back in "mount hanna be him"? -Writing on Waves
A darker poem. Do you think you can avoid consequences of your actions?
