Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2015
a sort of trepidation
that accompanied each butterfly gesture
served as the puncture weapon of a daily wound.
today, the empty hole left within me-
filled with inevitable aftermath.

I'll wallow through the ocean of your absence.
4/2/15
I guess you could say I saw it coming
Claire
Written by
Claire  virginia
(virginia)   
767
   Alyanne Cooper
Please log in to view and add comments on poems