19 balloons
stuffed under my
shirt clenched behind
my knees strangled
by the tips of my
teeth glued to the spaces
between every s p l a y e d f i n g e r
like some squeaky stiff
chameleon of colors
i stay put
or else away
they all will
F
L
O
A
T
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
19 balloons
stuffed under my
shirt clenched behind
my knees strangled
by the tips of my
teeth glued to the spaces
between every s p l a y e d f i n g e r
like some squeaky stiff
chameleon of colors
i stay put
or else away
they all will
F
L
O
A
T
when being in control seemed like something you were supposed to be
Request permission to use this poem