the breeze rushes into the house
eager to touch me
eager to chill
still I leave the windows wide
trying to feel something
somewhere deep
beneath my blouse
YOU ARE READING
poetry
PoetryA collection of my poems from daily writing. #1 in blackoutpoetry (1/20/21) #1 in dailypoetry (1/20/21) #1 in stanza (12/15/20)
