I
am
either
gushing out
waves of drowning
deceit, drenching the people
who pass in front
of me, knocking them down, forcing them
away- or locked up
tight, heavy with
layers of colorful
cover where even
your wrenching love
is not enough
to pry me loose.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 11:36 AM UTC
I
am
either
gushing out
waves of drowning
deceit, drenching the people
who pass in front
of me, knocking them down, forcing them
away- or locked up
tight, heavy with
layers of colorful
cover where even
your wrenching love
is not enough
to pry me loose.
Previously published in Storm Cycle 2012: The Best of Kind of a Hurricane Press
[Paperback] A. J. Huffman (Author)
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