Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2016
The black void
of your rage
always shuts
me up.

My keys are in
the ignition
waiting for me
to run
from the beast
in the next room.


I never do.
AnnMarie Eichhorn
Written by
AnnMarie Eichhorn  33/Two-Spirit/Chicago, IL
(33/Two-Spirit/Chicago, IL)   
239
     Traveler
Please log in to view and add comments on poems