Jan 2019
8 yards out
6 feet under
unearth the skeletons
line them up for show and tell
the one with a smile
like sunburn on a foggy day
the one whose words
left me with permanent tinnitus
the one
who floundered at my my feet
begging to get in
only to find my waters too deep
and you.
6 feet under
unearth the skeletons
line them up for show and tell
the one with a smile
like sunburn on a foggy day
the one whose words
left me with permanent tinnitus
the one
who floundered at my my feet
begging to get in
only to find my waters too deep
and you.
*rough rough draft, just looking for feedback while I edit*
(Los Angeles)
Please log in to view and add comments on poems
