#promice
It is this day,
today,
that we lose. We lose the skies
and everything goes.
We go to the clouds. Nothing
matters there.
We are like the man laying in the ditch
***** in his hands. Cold, wrinkled
fingers.
The woman, arms wrapped,
tightly,
around the toilet bowl
Now limp
in her grave.
We, collectively, lie
looking to the skies. That's where we'll be...
soon.
The air,
full of smog
will
clear.
That is not a hope
it's a
Promise.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC