Dear You
Dear
rotten, impossible you
my bones are tired as the
corners of my waterfall mouth.
I scream at walls instead of
your crumpled cardboard promises;
I call on the projectionist to
turn off the lights in your eyes.
If you’d only
remove stone fingers
from flowered ear canals,
If you’d only
uncurl the fists you
shake at nothingness
maybe then you could
reach out long enough to feel
how brittle I’ve become in your wake.
Wow …. just wow!
Love this
I love this sooo inspirational
Thank you 🙂
this stopped my day, blew me away.
Wow – thank you, Kir!
Wow! Very strong and inspirational!
Incredible. As always. ♡ Tryst