Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2017
She tells me about the night that’s young
but it’s been dark for a while and appears
almost yellow and the objects in her room
are too distinguishable yet so different
almost like new objects
in a new room
so she doesn’t feel home
and chokes silently
on the yellow darkness.

©2017 Alex Bex - www.alexbex.net
Alex Bex
Written by
Alex Bex
  410
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems