look
at these purples
and indigos
in my bones
that I've been
wrapping
with bandages
not knowing
that when love
grows prickles
and thorns
blood
will
pour,
pour,
and pour
YOU ARE READING
Misery, from Grief Lessons
PoetryI didn't know I am misery, until now. And for today, I wake up on the wrong side of me.
all these bandages
look
at these purples
and indigos
in my bones
that I've been
wrapping
with bandages
not knowing
that when love
grows prickles
and thorns
blood
will
pour,
pour,
and pour
