They say it cleans us
Harm no done
But some showers
Crash are thoughts like a tidal wave
Burn us down to look innocent
Create new things beneath us and spread
Creatively
Dangerously
Voiceless,
Fires burst throughout
Screams the size of leprechaun screeches
So don't go in the shower
With no harm done
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
