I don't rhyme anymore.
Walking home in the dark,
Holding hands with strangers and
Falling.
Painfully; shocking my body
As it cracks and whips when it hits the ground.
The sunlight beating off of my straw hat.
Shoes that are too small
People that talk too much.
And people whose tongues are raw with bite marks.
The Word of the Lord.
Sitting, standing, crawling, drinking,
Coffee and tea.
Outside stairwells at midnight
Trying to breath and waiting for peppermint.
My life does not rhyme.
So why should I?