Spread Poem by Jen Ocide

Spread



On my bedspread like a trophy you smear thick hate
selfish destruction you elate
the one I loved is dead
your fake self skin all it was in the end
You're not nice, you're mean
through batting eyelashes you decieve

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Jen Ocide

Jen Ocide

my mama
Close
Error Success