Broken Animals- A Poem to HeartSkull

The new spike.

It was bumped and bruised.

It broke you. It broke our Trust.

It was stone. It was leather.

It was ever changing. I didn't like that.

I hated that.

I told you.

Be careful. You weren't careful ''enough. ''

You thought I was lying. I hated spikes. I hated it.

I whore a leaf necklace, you whore that spike.

That spike hated me, and I hated it.

Don't trust broken items.

~PurpleStreak

This poem is based of my other story (w.i.p.) The new spike-Broken animals