to hear the birds chirping and the sun sizzling
hits the sidewalk as my big feet walk
along the way my big shoes strutting and on the doors of the ground they knock
goons and goblins
zombies beneath my feet
knocking on the coffins
as their dead arms reach up to grab me
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoesíaPoems I've written that I probably find heavily cringe and wish I never wrote them
