Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2018
I feel like we taught each other all these lessons.
Hands pressed tight together.
I'm hiding under the sheets from the world.
These mattresses are memories.
They press into my spine until my skin is blank & blue.
I wish you could feel the pressure I carry trying to hide all this.
Written by
Danielle  32/F/Rockford, IL
(32/F/Rockford, IL)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems