CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 2
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I must be becoming attached
or something
my sandwhich tastes like paper
and pencil shavings
my mouth is old
the sky is a fireworks display.
indifference fails me
and loneliness
clutches for my throat
like a rabid dog
It's hard to swallow.
the air I breathe is lumpy cheesecake
floating around
in shark infested places.
friends that smile and wave
tapping leaves against frozen windows.
This storm of dryness and calm.
So frightening. | |
This website is part of my personal testimony that has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name. |
