Broken plates
And ripped teddy bears.
Screaming silence
And dark,
Tattered hallways.
Mothers once screaming,
What have you done to us?
Silent houses
That are never homes
Of quiet rooms
And empty cupboards.
A belt and a
A bloody shirt
Hidden somewhere
In the colossal downfall
Of clenching hands.
A missing car
And three broken dreams.
The coldness
Of sleeping on
Pink, plastic slides.
The motels and
Flickering white light bulbs
And flower filled
Wallpaper.
With the foil balloons
And chocolate milk
And Sticky Hands
And static screens
And landrymats
And quarters.
Foggy nights
And 9 pm
Grocery runs
And grey matresses
And creaking,
Swaying swings
And pink, plastic
Slides.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
static screens
PoesíaA collections of poems that scribble all those unexplained feelings into words - 1st place poetry winner in the 4th annual Ohana Awards (2019) - #1 in allthefeels (4-25-19) True poetry is for the listener. It ruins the mystery of everything is expla...
