Sit up,
your bed sheets are damp.
Scrutinize and
asses.
Embrace
then
arrest.
Sit up,
your bed sheets are damp.
Sit up,
your bed sheets are damp.
Scrutinize
then scorn.
Mind those lies,
the ones that are sewn to the tip of your tongue
using spider web thread,
and the sharpest needle the con artist could find.
Sit up,
your precious bed sheets are damp.
YOU ARE READING
Not Seen, But Heard
PoetryFew collections of short poems. Themes mostly revolve around betrayal, love, letting go, and some others of the same sort. The wonderful cover is made by a even wonderful person, Nova.
