Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2014
I noticed it first on my shoulder
I woke up and spat it out
Vaguely, it tasted like you; like "it", but more like you

New haunts from old nightmares
Violent, ****** hallucinations govern the past
If history is to repeat itself one more time
Joe Satkowski
Written by
Joe Satkowski  United States
(United States)   
252
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems