clap and stare doe-eyed
the stars become visible
within the wreckage
“We must go,” I say.
She shakes her head, purses lips
and rips the facade.
with this torn vision
I leave her there and repair
with tiny stitches
Writer
clap and stare doe-eyed
the stars become visible
within the wreckage
“We must go,” I say.
She shakes her head, purses lips
and rips the facade.
with this torn vision
I leave her there and repair
with tiny stitches