We stand silhouetted on the bridge together
Arms entwined, my head perched on your shoulder
Your lankier frame merging into my fat
As we throw Pooh sticks
Down to the swirling depths of the river below
Laughing as they scream in plight and disappear
Down the rapids
Scoring us ones, against Nils,
And twos.
That memory exists as nothing more
Than razorblades now.
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Black Coffee
Poesía"Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly"- Anon. In life we tenderly bloom, slowly shrivel and then die like flowers. This small collection of poetry reveals human emotion from a number of different perspectives...
