This World Needs More of Me. {poetry}
He kissed me with lips
that whispered I owed him.
Like he was doing me a favor,
by pressing his lips into mine.
Like maybe I should send him
a Thank You card afterwards.
Browsing Tag:
silence
A Closed Beating Silence. {poetry}
I don’t know how true that is,
or the statistical probability of a perfect
clean break down your sternum,
what exactly must occur
to break such closed beating silence.