gravel
shovel
dig the earth with nails and teeth
and huddle
in puddles
of pain and insecurity
we're brain dead
you hate it
our words are mud
and sticks
and stones
and you cant
feel them
clawing at your skin and bones and
you keep peering out into the souls
of everyone
of every mold that broke
before one broke with you
and in this sameness sea we drift
another face
another place
to die
as strangers
often
do.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
gravel
shovel
dig the earth with nails and teeth
and huddle
in puddles
of pain and insecurity
we're brain dead
you hate it
our words are mud
and sticks
and stones
and you cant
feel them
clawing at your skin and bones and
you keep peering out into the souls
of everyone
of every mold that broke
before one broke with you
and in this sameness sea we drift
another face
another place
to die
as strangers
often
do.
