Life is a swallow
So I'll come up the throat
That tries to hide me beneath its tongue
And pretend that everything's fine
And everything's well,
Having already witnessed the horrors that lay in the small pit of my stomach.
Because I...I will not be eaten.
Life is a swallow,
But I can climb.
YOU ARE READING
As The Sun Falls
PoesíaSo do I. A series of poems that transcend as far as the universe and all it's stars to the bottom of the ocean where every breath is held preciously.
