Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2015
i feel like an egg that was born without a yolk
smooth white skin that is beginning to crack
there's nothing to spill out

i feel like an abandoned home in the middle of winter
condensation clouds floating through empty rooms that echo the sound of creaking wood and ghosts that used to be so comfortable
Chloë Fuller
Written by
Chloë Fuller  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems