he tried to pull the barnacles off him
mop of sweat and clammy hands
plodding needles still prod & coarse pink
muskrat
the slats it mashed in terror
conspirings and slappings of flesh
lets out his belt a little to breathe
unsocked feet and partially moistened underwear
gushy shadows
the whole eye was sunset red
veins throbbed
he chain smoked after, through the night
yearning to flinch
the silence fell in pinpricks
as she stared with thankless eyes
his eyes throb
in the bathroom,
while she sits on her shanks
one ascetic talon clasping
yellowed eyes flash in the darkness
the lights begin to fail
mallard duck
clawing for something
hidden in the muck
YOU ARE READING
always raining - Poetry
Poetryｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ｈａｓ ｂｅｅｎ ｒａｉｎｉｎｇ ｉｎｔｏ ｍｙ ｓｏｕｌ ｅｖｅｒ ｓｉｎｃｅ ｗｅ ｍｅｔ．．． ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀɪꜰᴛ ....ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ǝuoɓ ǝɹ,ʎǝɥʇ ǝɹoɟǝq ɯǝɥʇ ɥɔʇɐɔ os˙˙˙˙ ʇɟıɹp llıʍ sdoɹpuıɐɹ ǝʞıl sʇɥɓnoɥʇ ǝsǝɥʇ
