these off green tea stains
and dark purple stressed eyes
create a mess of reality;
when siblings fight
it seems the relations are relative
ticking time bombs
or nuclear weapons
death scattered on the streets
scared is an understatement.
pushed into war,
a rough draft in your notebook.
reality check,
check your mailbox,
hug your families closer
with each passing second.
...
is this blood mine or my brother's?
YOU ARE READING
-𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 ii.
Poetry"i've been hoping to get rid of you. forget you, wash away everything that you ever touched. but now that it's fading, i'm afraid. i don't want to forget. your smell of lavender and your heart of bronze. your eyes of chocolate and your angel wings."...
