Poem Comments


wet cement around a leafy green
darkness towers to the sky
and light peeks at the earth

warmth from all around
rays in the form of skin
around hips


unsplashed from a clamy grasp
like bubbles carried with wind
black wires stretch from here

to there
and little sister scribbles colors on the floor
spewing from fingers to a tree
she thinks of you

and all you hold
of her

let go now
before were forced to take action

dont do this