#postfuckyou
muted pieces
scattered all across the yard
and me gazing
back upon
myself
i rose
drenched in
god’s fire
/ yours? mine? /
hospitalised
split across time
three times three times three
worn like
dead leaves
of next fall
we watched
doing nothing
to stop.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC