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Aug 2017
Ok so I just walked through a garden
The sprinkler went off
It was dark
The rose bushes tickled bug bites
I couldn't focus my eyes


He told me in a manic frenzy
That loving something
So indecisive felt like
Biting the air
Watching as the leaves just float away

Felt like mountains cascading towards him

I told him loving me
Wasnt suitable for anyone
Not even myself

You see I stand perplexed by the idea
That I could even be held
That anyone could even feel the sensation
Of my own still body


As I dart
Dodging moments where they lie through their teeth

Who could even conceive
My rotting body adjacent to
A mind that is inhabited by land mines

A mapped out memory of each trauma
As it crashes towards me


He said that I was easier than
Southern deserts
Stuck in the car
No AC


Forgot to mention it contextually
Do you wake it up if you cannot dispose of it later


Do you reach to touch it

If you know you can never feel it?


The sprinkler went off
The water didn't even get me wet
Yet I stood there leaking
Stood there
Thorns cutting
Every side of me.
Laurel Leaves
Written by
Laurel Leaves  F/Pacific Northwest
(F/Pacific Northwest)   
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     Rose, Colm and Pagan Paul
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