My skull is an ashtray
Brain clogged by cigarette smoke
Thoughts are now the equivalence to fog
My arms if lifted higher than my waist
Turn into two carrying blocks of frostbite
Minus the cold
And a raised hand in class becomes my everest
My aura is doused in liquefied warning signs
Left over from broken neighboring sidewalks
That I treaded on barefoot when I was ten
The pinecone seeds stuck beneath my toes
Incase my skin in rougher scales
Than any tree I've ever passed before
Has worn as bark
But the lightning storms striking against my knuckles as I crack my fingers
And the hurricanes we personify
To keep our families safe indoors
Makes me wonder which will break by the spine first
My body or my mind
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Poems By A Clueless Girl
PoetryPLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT I NEED FEEDBACK. The first few works in this are old and not some of my best but the farther you go the more of me you explore. So, I hope you enjoy.
