Sep 16
I
was a crab
and you
were an aphorism
for a broken heart.
and I hate metaphors.
I
am a crab
alone in this field
as the moon glimmers along
my spiked shell.
but you’d moved on.
was a crab
and you
were an aphorism
for a broken heart.
and I hate metaphors.
I
am a crab
alone in this field
as the moon glimmers along
my spiked shell.
but you’d moved on.
9/14/24
