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I broke it against the rock wall. My cell phone. I even wished it was you, smacking ur smooth face against a yellow imitation of stone. At home night falls like a pregnant woman so suddenly and horribly it brings dust to my eyes. At night I am still afraid of night. I wake and there is no you occupying my aura. I wake and drape hot cloths over my cheeks. I draw the blinds. At home morning arrives like spacecraft. The screen of my phone is blank. On the screen of my phone is a rejection letter. My dead dog day dream registers loud and clear. I rot in the afternoon. I rot in the party punch. I rot in the cute shorts I wore 2 go bowling. I rot in the mascara I use 2 go bawling. I rot in the afternoon , reading Frank Standford. I rot in the rinsing sink. I rot in the drain rack. I r ot on the couch. I rot on the porch. M y boyfr-end rides the inflatable moon to and frum work. He enters the scen and tackles a pharmacist to the floor. Evening at home is a lounge in the tub, wearing the coyote pelt. I am a wild si ckness. I sit in the water until it is cold. I tell him *don't look at my ******* Look at the treble hooks stuck in my hands. Pls hlp*.
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
Roze Sick
I broke it against the rock wall. My cell phone. I even wished it was you, smacking ur smooth face against a yellow imitation of stone. At home night falls like a pregnant woman so suddenly and horribly it brings dust to my eyes. At night I am still afraid of night. I wake and there is no you occupying my aura. I wake and drape hot cloths over my cheeks. I draw the blinds. At home morning arrives like spacecraft. The screen of my phone is blank. On the screen of my phone is a rejection letter. My dead dog day dream registers loud and clear. I rot in the afternoon. I rot in the party punch. I rot in the cute shorts I wore 2 go bowling. I rot in the mascara I use 2 go bawling. I rot in the afternoon , reading Frank Standford. I rot in the rinsing sink. I rot in the drain rack. I r ot on the couch. I rot on the porch. M y boyfr-end rides the inflatable moon to and frum work. He enters the scen and tackles a pharmacist to the floor. Evening at home is a lounge in the tub, wearing the coyote pelt. I am a wild si ckness. I sit in the water until it is cold. I tell him *don't look at my ******* Look at the treble hooks stuck in my hands. Pls hlp*.
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
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