Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2016
You've crossed my mind five-hundred times since you've told me—
Wanting to be a functional person, wanting to be a decent daughter, I am cut up and stitched together with threads made of perpendicular thoughts on parallel timelines.

The only way you know is the only way home, but you can cross the street if you need to.
September
Written by
September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems