My anger threads across
spindles that threaten to give away
from aching backs and charred throats.
It wires itself onto thin ropes that once
supported everything –
but now, cannot take anything anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Starry night skies (completed)
PoesíaUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
