the holiness and wholeness left with our parents
and won't be back soon
the sky is on fire and im picking up wings and dust
i pick up shards of broken dreams and stars
i am painfully aware of what i am to them
how disgusting they think i am
(what's wrong with me?)
i wish i was like them :
legs dangling from park walls
certain of their identity
and in a starry-eyed frenzy of shame
i throw copper coins in the pits of their bubbling chests
wish on a ephemeral shooting star
and blow onto a dandelion that tomorrow
my body will be the right one
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Angels And Coffee | A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poetry and some prose, all written by me. If any of my writing is shared please credit me. Status : Not finished
