Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2018
us, no saints
no slaves
to religion

but, the ants that carry caskets
scared me with their
marble crosses
and long necks wrapped in rosaries

so, i hit my knees
split them wide open
(little red seas)
the night you kicked the
bucket
(just keep knocking)
catchmydrift
Written by
catchmydrift
176
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems