slow rocking of the bed i made for myself
life trembling across my eyelids doors swinging open and the screech of sirens red against the silence
do i dare to open my eyes and behold
your grave that they dug you lie in it lie in it lie in it unmoving almost peaceful in your pages scribbled the chicken scratch of the sea of black faces and white clothes
what would i be without you you have engrained your roman numerals letters adventures
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished
Poetry"i spent galaxies wondering if you would ever fight back" II The pieces of Ellis' life were clicking together perfectly when everything shattered, leaving him and his other half simply... Unfinished. Accidents happen, but sometimes the aftershock i...
