I stand
Starring
At the end of a dock
Fog rolling in
Drinking me
I trip
Into a foggy milk universe
Were masked children sit
On rusted swings
Spinning
On broken equipment
Humming
A cracked toon
Look behind
Those built faces
Gloomed eyes
Scream "save us"
Take us
With your hands
Guide us off
To deaths dock
And drop us
In the water
Let the bog
Drink us in
As you sit
Fog
Rolling in
YOU ARE READING
Speaking Eyes
Puisia book, showing that just a pair of eyes, can speak things you could never hear or see, trigger warning just in case
