Why were they bent backwards?
Spinning uncontrollably like tops on a fragile glass table.
A fragile glass table; a young glass window.
What will it see bent backwards?
Twirling infinitely like hands on the face of a clock.
The face of a clock; my childhood.
Why is my childhood bent backwards?
Cutting aggressively like words from his mouth.
Words from his mouth; colors.
Why were they bent backwards anyway?
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Brief Works
PoetryA compilation of "poems" and very short surreal stories I have written either for my music or just randomly. I don't normally take time to really think about what I'm writing. It kinda just spills out. These works were written with some individual i...
