Bleack Tangled Veins

Broken desolated veins,

Crawl through my arms,

sending surges of overwhelming venom

that I've named.

Jane slides her fingers into my red veins,

turning them black.

She'll cause my fingers to twitch,

and my mental stability to snap.

 

But these are MY black tangled veins,

and no one else will change that.

Reviews

[Kaden Elias Sylvers]

Very powerful poem. Its very vague but thats how poems should be.