"satly" poems
I did not sing in the shower today.
Oh, I made noises in there,
But they weren't meant to be...
Pretty.
With my shoulders quaking,
And my breath shaking,
Feeling it raking and
ripping through me,
In and out, in and out,
Just need to breathe
In and out, in and out
Through the pain inside,
And a satly mixture of water and tears
On my lips, my cheeks.
Yet my eyes
Are somehow...
Dry.
No.
I did not sing in the shower today.
Today,
I cried.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC