I flush away these damned mistakes;

Spill them out and watch them fade.

Pull my hair back, scream them out-

Get them up and wash them down.

Spinning, spinning, faster still..

“I’ll be strong, I swear I will.”

Deeper, deeper, dead black hole..

Mistakes, intake, self-control.

by Jessy Liz

Comments (1)

I like this Jessy.........I like the rhythm of it. Great job. Sincerely, Mary