Poems from kingemmett
shackles and chains and being tied up in you
wrists glowing crimson like the sunset
on an ocean of razor blades, the ones you dropped in...
typewriters and rainbows and there isn’t any rain here now
poetry and books and your hand finding mine
on the drive home
street light...
coke and acid and weed and girls that weren’t me
but you were my only drug
my only addiction
and to you, to you my drug of choice,
to you...
i’m spilling this blood
instead of the ink
breaking the vows
i made
with a faux diamond ring
carving into white marble
i am the new da...
on my chest
below my neck
ornaments on my body
i don’t remember asking for
they decorate me
but i seldom feel like art
a guest in this body...