#drumfirepoems
Earthly blood.
Pushing.
Left inside the crimson.
Ton of
Thorn.
Like the village where we came from.
Green.
Itching.
Dust on the self.
Dust on the shelf where Frida Kahlo stood.
Dust standing dance.
Dust for your health.
And flowers for the some to die.
Just like how I should.
Garrett Johnson.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC