the gravitational pull
of scoundrels, rabbits, and skulls
collects the rubbish of souls
and joins them together
forming a loop
when the sun leaves
much too soon
it only makes you number to the noise
and the silence is bliss,
once your mind is dull.
YOU ARE READING
tu ángel de la guarda (your guardian angel)
Poetrya collection of poetry in english and spanish about adolescent love, despair, and feelings of hopelessness. these excerpts are from over the past couple years and have been created through the experiences of being young and embarking self-discovery...
