i have half-moon circles
That sink my eyes into my skin
they reflect what's happening within
my skin folds up like a paper crane
trying to make space
for the stifling thoughts in my brain
it's never enough to stop
the spilling over because
a drop always sneaks out
leaks out onto the blacktop
let out a meaningless shout.
It makes me doubt
Want for a better, stronger mouth
to control what words come about.
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
i have half-moon circles
That sink my eyes into my skin
they reflect what's happening within
my skin folds up like a paper crane
trying to make space
for the stifling thoughts in my brain
it's never enough to stop
the spilling over because
a drop always sneaks out
leaks out onto the blacktop
let out a meaningless shout.
It makes me doubt
Want for a better, stronger mouth
to control what words come about.
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