i swish the tea
in my teacup
and adjust
the angle of my gaze
so streaks of light
across brown
Earl Grey waves
look like white lightning
on a tall and distant mountain
while i gently swish
the tea inside
my teacup.
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
tea in a teacup
i swish the tea
in my teacup
and adjust
the angle of my gaze
so streaks of light
across brown
Earl Grey waves
look like white lightning
on a tall and distant mountain
while i gently swish
the tea inside
my teacup.