Laminated with clean translucent sheets.
Protected from the grime we all must endure.
Viewing us behind bulletproof glass.
Filtered air till clear.
Disinfected with silly white wipes.
Screams are only a fantasy.
Innocent as a newborn.
Lies told sideways.
YOU ARE READING
Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
