You were wrong about me.
I am no halcyon,
no summer song,
but a wilted rose you picked
with its sharp thorns.
I wasn't a catch.
I am a fire hydrant's glass.
Something constantly left shattered
when it all goes up in smoke.
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 6:52 AM UTC
You were wrong about me.
I am no halcyon,
no summer song,
but a wilted rose you picked
with its sharp thorns.
I wasn't a catch.
I am a fire hydrant's glass.
Something constantly left shattered
when it all goes up in smoke.
Inktober 2019
Day 29
Prompt: Catch
