Would you mind ?
No but really, would you ?
Your ribcage seems inviting,
and your chest seems hollow,
and your eyes seem lost,
and your soul seems dark,
and your hands seem to tremble,
and I thought I heard your will snap,
and your spine quiver,
and you seem oh so sad.
Sorry.
Would you mind, though ?
Would you mind at all ?
If I slithered all the way from here,
Entered through your navel
And fill up your ribcage ?
Make a home out of you ?
Would you ?
YOU ARE READING
Petals (and other frail things)
PoetryAnthology of some poems I wrote, had to stock them somehere ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Savannah Brown's "Graffiti and other poems" has been a great source of inspiration, go check it out !
