Feathers falling bent and broken,
where is the mayhem leading?
Why are you not here to catch
tears that slide from my eyes like razors?
Disregard. It is too much for me to hold.
Petals like silk here to catch me.
Bated breath beseeching
a worrisome tone.
Where are the windows
to let the light in?
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Dumping Grounds
PoésieSometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
