Arlo Poem by Jessica Thompson

Arlo



He stabs.
He bleeds.
His tears.
Stain.
His cheeks.
Don't know.
Why he's like this.
Can't feel.
Others pain.
His pain.
He pleads.
With the blade.
Never dull.
Never stop.
Go deeper.
Forget.
My name.
Forget.
My face.
My pain.
Never.
Utter a word.

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Jessica Thompson

Jessica Thompson

Phoenix, Arizona, United states of America
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