I'm not attached to gravity
When the world starts spinning, I cant hold on tight enough
The sun will sear off my skin and turn it into a puddle of uselessness
It will leave me with muscles ill never take care ofuntil the G force of the planet rips them right off with it
And it will spin faster and faster until I cant breathe
No one told me where to steal the gravity from
and so im left alone with cold bones
I found a pocket in time where I can sit, a frozen skeleton
It's actually okay
The world isnt moving too fast for me anymore
YOU ARE READING
The Skeleton With a Crown
PoetryA poem book with all of my kx poems. Some sad, some old, but hey arent we all?
