Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2013
Make blown glass plans
Tasting of peppermint and lime
Feeling of golden bubbles and time
Eroded by ***** and cancer

The floor I walk on
Bare foot
Made of shards of blown glass plans
Look at these hands.
Tasting of iron and callous
Feeling of sharp disappointment and malice.
Ann Beaver
Written by
Ann Beaver
658
   Chris T and Chuck
Please log in to view and add comments on poems