• frostic 5w

    It's those hidden thorns,
    Those that no longer hurt.
    Those that we believe to be apart
    Of our flesh.
    Those that have leaked into our bloodstream,
    And contaminated our DNA.
    Those that we cover up
    With layers of makeup and a smile.
    Those that we fiercely defend.
    Those that breathe life into our insecurities.
    Those are the ones that kill.
    Those are the ones.
    ©frostic