Cracked and crumbled
A shriveling support system
I've taken a sledgehammer to you
Too many times
Your delicate, repetitive curves
Hug my lungs too tight-
Make my head go light.
You're the ivory tusks I've stripped,
Planked against my heart.
You support me and constrict me.
If only I could fill your cracks with gold.
YOU ARE READING
post writing class highschool poems
Poesiaim posting these here more for myself to keep them organised. also writing this are a p healthy way to cope so I'm gonna try to write more. reminder @ myself to start a new one once I graduate.
