Aug 2015
Open cavity in my chest
Heart thumping wildly in my open palm
Blood splattered on the pavement
and my luggage
As I stand at the bus stop
And wait for a ride to the train
Heart thumping wildly in my open palm
Blood splattered on the pavement
and my luggage
As I stand at the bus stop
And wait for a ride to the train
Written after a sleepless night of sweaty skin sticking to a leather couch
