today I walk on glass. tears sit behind my eyes
I focus on my feet. waiting for pain to rise
it floats up and greets. i smile and shake its hand
and although it hurts. it is familiar in foreign land
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It Could Have Been Gentle - poetry
PoetryPoems about the bits of life that feel unnecessarily sharp. ~ Nails in palms and rock in throat and eyes latched in the ground, I open up in hopes of speech and find a choke of sound, Frantic thought of desperation fly beneath my hair, I don'...
