miles of empty plains stretched
words sewn in the soil
cows gnaw on the left off sentences
flashlights twitch through empty
caves, empty homes
water surges through cracks
through skin
in between places
that no one can see
YOU ARE READING
poetry of the powerful
Poetrymy skin stretched upon my frame,an empty canvas..I'm see through like plastic wrap and pulled taut around the edges.My words swirl and wrap around my wrist and bind me against my will. My legs carry me places I cannot see and my brain cannot compreh...
