a drained heart.
a jaded core,
dead skin adhering to the shower floor.
your lips are cracked,
your eyes are strained.
but at least the glass lake can pry you awake.
YOU ARE READING
speak softly
Poetryyou speak until your breath gives out, and the shallow huffs of words they never heard beg to be buried; but live on in the sidewalks. - - - prose/poetry
its something.
a drained heart.
a jaded core,
dead skin adhering to the shower floor.
your lips are cracked,
your eyes are strained.
but at least the glass lake can pry you awake.
