she | poetry ✓

Hear Me Out, Please.

and she'll vomit an ocean

as deep as its darkest crevices

and as loud as the stomping mammoths,

as thick as its dampest never endless ground,

with bat ears you need to hear her lungs crying out,

drowning with mouth-filled words, now tell me. . .

what have I been wanting to tell you?

-n.d.