soft
easy to break
stones grow cold
as they start to wither apart
In the outline of a collarbone
I see them poised
something so delicate
Feeble and elegant
There they stand
Innocently cunning
give me that
show me them
don't be so shy
for I beg
To see it more
hard as a rock
not so easy
maybe if I eat less
they'll come to me
easy peasy
YOU ARE READING
surviving the storm
PoesiaA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
