am i delusional
to think the world halted
nobody takes a breath
for fear of disturbing
a beautiful disaster
the earth needs a break
so it stops
the rumbles grow
and then cease
for months
everything was shaking
so how do i live
with stillness
every sound is sharper
every color is brighter
every smell is invading
so what part am
i living within
my beautiful disaster
poppoppop dribbles down my chin my insides are filled with that kind of sticky love, sickly love, and for a second i almost think that...
i watch you stumble over the uneven sidewalk. when the concrete touches your skin it makes your palms bleed brittle and worn and you...
Misty eyes look up at me, Begging me to set them free. The door is opened, the outside pours in- Cold wind nips my toes and frosts my...
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