feed me a rat and I will tell you what broken
floors taste like, what tear-stained
bedsheets taste like, what the bones and
crashing waves between your fingers and
under your skin smells like, a gossamer
bloom of dandelions between your ribs
taste like, ribs that crush and stick out of
the corners of your skin as if in a futile
attempt to escape the clutches of your own
body in desperation— feed me a rat and I will tell
you what the deepest parts of the world
holds and how beautiful rotten homes can
be when we stop picking on the wood and
love the ones who shed their sweat and tears
and blood silently.
YOU ARE READING
GROWING THORNS & DUST.
Poetry[ POETRY - SHORT POEMS - AN ANTHOLOGY ] WARNING: CONTAINS USAGE OF NOSTALGIC & TRIGGERED MANIA- A LIFE LIVED AND LOVED UNDER BLEEDING GUMS. photo cr: hollis brown thornton on flickr #4 in poetrycollection [28-11-2021]