Thursday, September 22, 2022

BV The Wet Season

I can’t swim here anymore

Under the lacy ash on the ridge

It brings me emotions that

Only unravel my fate


With no hope for repair


And I walk until I crumble 


Under the weight of the clouds near the peak 


Where the air is thin and my head splits 


My guts puke up the emptiness 


Of all my starvation 


Dreaming of the mirage I created 


As I wrap my body in cold blankets


Burrowing my head in a lumpy pillow



No comments:

Post a Comment