Don'T Look Poem by Brianna Wilshusen
Don'T Look
Rating: ★5.0
We are the silent ones,
We are the dead ones.
We don't make any noise here,
The only sound is the beating of our hearts,
Dead,
Upon the floor.
Don't look at us,
We are ahsamed.
White faced, blood shot, streaked red vein,
And filth. Covered.
Don't look at us.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
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