I lay by the river as it rushes by
My hair flows in the water
The water washes the stars out of my hair
They dont appreciate the escape
Stars are homely creatures
They crawl up into my eyes
For a second, Im blinded
I learn to trust the silence
The grass grows below me
Pushing me steadily
When I breathe in deep
Flowers obscure my lungs
I want the water to wash me away
YOU ARE READING
The Skeleton With a Crown
PuisiA poem book with all of my kx poems. Some sad, some old, but hey arent we all?
