I clambered for a glimpse of your shadow in
the bathroom light
You were cast against the walls of the hallway
Crucified by those damned phosphorescent nails
But I saw none and remembered as
swiftly as I shot up from bed—
You had already left.
and never before did my head hit cotton like concrete.
YOU ARE READING
A Meaningless Collection
PoetryA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
