Brittle bones,
Rubber skin,
This was the way I was born.
Charred lips
And fingertips -
For my daddy used to smoke.
You have to be a fool
To love a fool.
Ask mom,
She would know.
YOU ARE READING
Hypnotic
PoetryThere was something about her that Captivated him. Something that made him stay. Maybe it was the dip of her hips, Or the curl of her toes. The secrets in her smile, That he loved, I suppose. He was drowning in her waters Yet still parched With ecs...
