my line is struck down, red
in the sands of mt seleya
but the place you hold, girl
is where my liver ought to be
words that burn slip, human-like
from greenish lips to ear
and dissolve in acid logic
before our fingertips might seal
YOU ARE READING
almost pretty.
Poetrya collection of free-verse poetry. please vote, comment, and add to your library if you enjoy!
