You tattooed
A crater like patch
On my arm,
Marked me
The night you drank
Your sorrows into joys.
Imprinted prisoner tags
Onto my skin
Only ever recognisable
As a scar.
YOU ARE READING
Cityscape
PoetryA collection of poems written in the city. Written for city folk who don't quite belong. And for everyone else who fall in between the cracks of 'here' and 'there.'
