Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2018
I want to edge my foot closer
Over that
Crumbling
Landscape
Of cliff
Side
And feel no
Purchase there
Only air
And have my stomach
Rise
In my throat
With a
Sudden pull
And a rushing
Wind
Flapping garments
And suddenly
Break
My body
To pieces
Shattered
On your body
Below
Ive been rolling this around in my mind for weeks now and it feels strange to see it in writing
M Eastman
Written by
M Eastman  40/M/colorado
(40/M/colorado)   
  639
       lX0st, ---, Rick, Edmund black, --- and 5 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems