Jan 2021
There's an old curtain hanging in my closet
I reach my hand out to touch it sometimes
And sometimes I feel another hand, small and trembling
Reach back through, as if to ask for me to hold it
I reach my hand out to touch it sometimes
And sometimes I feel another hand, small and trembling
Reach back through, as if to ask for me to hold it
Short poems like this make for some of the most visually disturbing imagery. This poem is exactly what it sounds like it's about. Read it again.
CKMIII
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