we are not enough if not nothing.
pushing ourselves further in the grave and
praying for an easy ending, twirling our
tongues around our gums and drinking
drinking crossbones and thick inky x's.
i am a commuter. wishing and waiting
to sleep. after breakfast, you clear your
eyes. drinking up the sweet breath of
an autumn morning. dew soaks the edges
of your shoes and the cold
nibbles your fingertips.
mine, mine. it's me.
i am walking along the pavement
with my eyes closed. i have already known
the artificial glitter of the heat, my pale
lips calling for
darkness.
Author notes
"a momentary aurora"
A contest entry
- checking the underbelly by najji.
1000 points, ended October 31, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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this kicks ass
i don't believe your 16
seriously
what the hell
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thanks man:]
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