Haphazard hell lies behind the hollow
Expression you wear while you stare at your hands.
Clench. Unclench. Blink blink.
Holding up the exterior of barely falling apart
I just want to kiss the pain away,
Suck out the bad memories while running my hands
Through your hair.
I'm right here.
Don't leave me alone out here.
Come back,
Out of your head.
YOU ARE READING
The Black Kettle
PoetryA book of poetry that I was going to publish but decided to use for online formatting and constructive criticism so I can create a book of poetry that I can debut.
