i awake inside and outside
smell the voiceless murmurs
taste the rejected approval on your tongue
hear the trepidation slither under my skin
as the terms and conditions and conditions and conditions
permeate the thirteen-page report on who i get to be
my only company are sweaters knitted of fine print
there's the privilege of the choice-less, who choose to suppress
i throw a fishing line baited with my skin and hope it catches
on the cracks of your pavement-filled heart
i tumble in a limbo, gripping at my ankles
as i run from you and you run from me and i run from myself
YOU ARE READING
Open To Interpretation
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
