a shadow seen on the other side
of my broken-in-two heart
leaves me grasping for my needle and thread
sewing a stitch
then two
only to fall through the cracks before i can get close enough to see
the monster you undoubtedly are
(end)
YOU ARE READING
empty bed
Poetry- a book of poems by a shadow with their head in the pillow and her feet tied by the sheets -
