Challenge
Something Ugly
Show me something raw and honest. Gut wrenching and sick. Heavy and drenched in emotion. The poem that packs the most punch wins.
the truth
I know how it feels.
more than I would like to admit
red skin
scratches
and dots of blood
crumped on napkins.
I know how it feels
more than I would like to admit
fantasies
of riding elevators
and feeling the wind on my face
for the last time.
I know how it feels
more than I would like to admit
helpless
hopeless
useless
undeserving.
I know how it feels
and yet,
do I feel?
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