Mama, my stomach hurts
But there's nothing I can do
The little tiny humans
Keep drilling to my heart
.
Have you seen my tears?
They've turned murky and gross
I wish my friends would realise
How much their fighting hurts.
.
Some can't believe it,
When I cry and say "please stop!"
I don't know why they ignore me,
Can't enough be enough?
.
There's nothing else I can say, really!
Their digging's truly relentless
I'll be sad when they burn down
As the pressure explodes from my chest
.
Mama, I couldn't help it,
My friends, they couldn't breathe!
I guess they didn't realise
Air is something they need
.
I've stopped coughing Mama,
And look, I've got scabs.
I think my fever's broken;
I'm feeling much much better!
.
I guess they really were toxic,
But I miss their curious faces
Maybe someday they'll come back
To blow me into pieces.
.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
Taking a break from Vocal; focusing on my anthology 🫶💖
AI is not art.



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