Exposed, in the shower we stood
I said something out of line again and stepped on broken glass
But I was blind and couldn’t have seen it then
Had you put the glass there
To trick me?
I ran to the bedroom and under a black cloak in a dark cave I took a stab
It stabbed back.
My arms once porcelain, stained with a vibrant red
You followed me in there
Somehow avoiding stepping on the glass
I said something out of line again and this time you threw daggers
You didn't want to hide your intent any longer
We yelled in the bedroom, exposed, screaming
Blood dripping more than I ever thought it could have
That’s when you noticed the glass
I said something and reached out to gently untie the mask you had knotted so tightly around your head
Exposed, my arms would always remember
The summer sun kisses them and makes them brighter
Pale arms; paler still are stories
And Lies
But now you’re exposed
Just like you exposed me
Unstable
But I will stand until I fall and can't get upLay glass, Throw Daggers, Scream my skin to shreds
The war won't soon be forgotten.
About the Creator
Chloe kuhn
I write abstract and story telling poetry I hope people can connect with on some level.
I'm currently attending GVSU majoring in English and minoring in philosophy. I want to be an editor when I get out of school.
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