dim the lights on a whim
light a match
burn it down
warmth hits the skin
exposed emotion hits the rim
it overflows
you swim.
YOU ARE READING
weeds.
Poetrysometimes you need to return to the soil to feel the triumph of what once grew.
swim
dim the lights on a whim
light a match
burn it down
warmth hits the skin
exposed emotion hits the rim
it overflows
you swim.
