poem

[freys]

you didn't
so i broke my own heart
opened up so much room
i became brazen and free
and filled the fresh space
with small cravings
like sweet wine
i satisfied them all
until i spun over
like a swollen tic
i feigned death
bu cold air caught my breath
and betrayed my charade

Comments

[pelelandra]

+1

So strangely resonant; me like.

Thanks for posting it.

[freys]

hah thanks. sure :)