Stained sheets, machine washed.
Blues, blacks, purples MAC concealed.
Day smiles, drum at night.
YOU ARE READING
her gloom
Poésie"I am you, one day out of five, Tired, empty, hating what I carry But afraid to lay it down, stingy, Angry, doing violence to others By the sheer freight of my gloom, Halfway home, wanting to stop, to quit But keeping going mostly out of spite...
Unseen
Stained sheets, machine washed.
Blues, blacks, purples MAC concealed.
Day smiles, drum at night.
