poem

Spit it Out

Razor bound mouth,

spit it out now. Tell me the truth,

show me the weights you carry.

Empty your hearts worth of secrets,

like the mask you wear.

Spit it out.

Spit it out I can take it.

Show me everything,

I wanna see it with my own eyes.

I can bare it, the sight of your scars,

the smell of iron, I can take it.

Spit it out.

Spit it out because if you were to swallow it

may upset your weak stomach.

It’ll sit there for a while, fester,

build it’s strength and come back up

in a violent eruption

and those blades will kill us both.

Kill the relationship we’ve worked so hard for.

Spit it out now, or kill us both soon.