Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2016
This graveyard day is beautiful
and I can see it all as the sun shines off her bones.
A carved stone theater for us, and us alone.
We watched as the graveyard danced and light came through their hallow faces. Sticks and stones may have broken their bones, but your words are the ones that hurt me.
If you like this, that's great. If you'd like to use it, please just ask and I assure you I will likely say yes.
Written by
Ashton Bloom
527
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems