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Tag Archives: poem
Ghost leaf chasing ghost leaf Lost dust is humming Omens crumble Wish in exile. ——— Written: 15/08/2017 Advertisements
The things I make take time. Hours, years, months, And then, I hide Them. Mortified.
Sometimes I don’t finish Something I begin.. Somehow, sometimes, something ATE it!
Nervous teeth under ice. Tiny voice repeats Chattering pins Seized each warm hair.
Stuck in the lift again. – You’re meant to go down. – I’m going up! – You’re going down.
Can’t swallow frozen spit The menu crumbles No waiter waits Cold salt soup steams.
Words catch me when I fall From storm to abyss Red parachute Floats in the void.