There’s a copper covered floor
swept in by father’s hand.
And a sweet scent dwelling in the thick air
of mother’s sigh.
Streams leak into the sills
upon my face.
And a blindfold
drapes the *****
A mesmerizing buzz
echoes within.
And irrationality
fills my presence.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
There’s a copper covered floor
swept in by father’s hand.
And a sweet scent dwelling in the thick air
of mother’s sigh.
Streams leak into the sills
upon my face.
And a blindfold
drapes the *****
A mesmerizing buzz
echoes within.
And irrationality
fills my presence.
Outside I find myself looking in
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