she was
tumbling down.
drowning in her sorrow.
sufficating from her thoughts.
all she needed was someone to
save her,
but as she reached for the hand of the
one who
promised
to never let her
fall;
she realized that he was the one to
push her down.
-k.d.
YOU ARE READING
life as we know it
PoetryBeing a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit.