This is me, when weekend' approaching. I might post more of this here. I think I wasn't approved to be a writer in Pub0x. Yeah, sad. So this might be me, posting some random poems as my breather.
There'd be an article inspired by this poem. Will publish that soon. ❤ For now, I don't feel like writing-anything. Or that may change later on...?
Talk back and you're dead
When make contact feels coated with sand,
The heat radiates like in the beach,
The pain clings like a leech.
Fireball of words unspoken,
A string keeps lurking, against the throat
Fear is invincible,
No be, ressistible.
Onion just slice it,
Your tongue, you can bite it,
Fall out and remain slack
Sure, coz you should never talk back.
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