composition is sprawled in front of you,
as you play me like an instrument.
and the sticks you use to play me,
are the strings of my heart.
you use them until they break,
and you buy a new pair.
YOU ARE READING
BODIES IN OASIS
Poetryyou've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018
