He stuffed
3 t-shirts
2 pairs of jeans
4 socks
4 pairs of underwear
$257.43
and a picture of his darling
in his blue scuffed backpack.
the time has come to escape this place
full of poison.
finally
he could run away.
finally
he would be free.
YOU ARE READING
jumbled thoughts.
Poetrysometimes you need to bleed out words to feel okay. sometimes those bled words take the shape of a poem.
