some kind of nostalgia
in place of marrow
and every time I crack my bones
im shot up with
all kinds of memories
running in my rushing
canals of burgundy blood,
I see everything thats held
within the hands of this passing year
as clear and sharp as jangling
kaleidoscope shapes
I take a deep,
deep
breath.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
some kind of nostalgia
in place of marrow
and every time I crack my bones
im shot up with
all kinds of memories
running in my rushing
canals of burgundy blood,
I see everything thats held
within the hands of this passing year
as clear and sharp as jangling
kaleidoscope shapes
I take a deep,
deep
breath.
