My knuckles
Dance the margins
Fingertips against
The ink as I
Tell stories in
Few lines and
Periods, making
A life out of
Oblivion.
-a.w
YOU ARE READING
Onism
PoetryOnism: the frustration of being stuck in one body that inhabits only one place at a time PS IF YOU COPY ANY OF MY WORK I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN! I hope you enjoy reading my awful little pieces of literature!
O
My knuckles
Dance the margins
Fingertips against
The ink as I
Tell stories in
Few lines and
Periods, making
A life out of
Oblivion.
-a.w
