your goodbyes clung to the line
the screaming song on your
throat; the flush
adam's apple (where did Eve hide hers?).
those depressing words
have seeped into my skin
tattoos of the bone and
no laser can scrape off this indelible ink.
lemon peel lips; curling
release a fractured
but what sort of reprieve can you
receive from a
confession so damned? your sins
are branding the
lids of your eyes,
even when you
broadcast for the jurors; a
hand me the bleach, because if
it's the last thing I accomplish,
I'll be rid
Really not sure on how I feel about this one...kinda neutral? I need criticism, people.