gorgeous voice
i think you fell from the night sky
i could paint to that sound
in hollow spaces
or draw it out in charcoal lines
in low-lit places
and i think now it's stained me
quite utterly
i don't think i could wash that sound off of
me
even if i wanted to
you left piano keys in my chest
striking hungry bone
you, with the quiet aching soul
you sing like you're still living
YOU ARE READING
Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
