Eyes to the faithless
Black galactic curtains
Wrap,
twist these lungs
Again. Like before.
The delicate burning of a brain
Like a basement candle.
The marble teeth of these mistakes scar your brittle knees
The alien tongues
Lick the tattoos from your spine.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Have a Brain
PoetryThis is a collection of the original poems I've composed from early 2017 onward. I've had fun experimenting with surrealism and hope to inspire others!
