Your feet by the front door
Emanated the cold in the kitchen
To which I knew what was about to be
Sauntered from where I stood, wasted
And shattered another glass of wine
While I diced pink onions to saline tears
Splinters pierced this heart of paper
Rheumy eyes, I cut myself again
YOU ARE READING
XVI. Alabaster
ŞiirThe first poetry collection indited and compiled by the author when he was 16. It encompasses experimental and intricate works, including a bonus short story that serves as a sequel to Tiffany.
