"So where do we go from here?"
You ask, this question bouncing of the
Walls in the auditorium of my chest
"No. You do not have the right
To ask me that question.
You do not have a say
On where we go,
Or where we don't for that
Matter
All you had
A say in was
Whether or not you
Shoved your tongue down
The throat of all
The cities you've
Been too
Or decided
Which purple cardigan
With pink lipstick
To have curled up
Into your collar bone
You
Can decide which kind
Of cardboard box
You want to wrap up
All the spaces in this
Crumbling house
That your breath
Ever touched
Decide if you want to
Leave through the
Back door
Or the one beside
The living room
I'd say leave
But you did that
As soon
As you found her
Blue eyes
While looking
For your hotel room
Now
Can you pass the salt?"
YOU ARE READING
Breakable Contents
Novela JuvenilCollection of poetry and short narratives I've written so far, some of it is simply class assignments while others are older, published works. All of them were written of experiences personally affecting me; nothing artificial! Thanks for reading- y...
