Tension.
Expanding the heart of the weary soul,
Molding a nutritious meal to seal the deal.
A single solemn spoken word,
Delivered from the tip of the tongue,
Gliding across at a brisk pace,
"No."
And so it begins.
A simple word with two letters creates a delicious dessert that only Karma undresses with her eyes and slowly takes in all of the credentials: the scent, the physical attributes, and everything in between.
As the two stare at me with pizza in hand, masking their scent with the grease that drips,
I sit and wait,
For the growling of my stomach to set off Karma's alarm clock,
Disturbing her piece and quiet.
And as she starts a small strut down the stairs,
Her soul hungers for revenge.
YOU ARE READING
A Publication to last Generations || a collection of poetry ||
Poetryhey hey hey! I've decided to start a new book of poetry, even though my others aren't completed yet lol :P soooo, for this book I'm gonna write whatever I choose to write about that doesn't coincide with my other books. I hope you enjoy! :)
