Memories can be changed in a second
Turned black –
Like the ash, blowing in the wind
of the words written
on that paper you stole. 6 more words
This poem was inspired by a prompt during 30/30 challenge last month. Hope you all enjoy it.
When the elevator that leads to your lovers mouth is broken,a flight of long stairs will become the only option you have left. 351 more words
You notice the texture of your pruney fingers, notice the bones that show, trace the veins, the alien touch and the strangeness of it, notice how the fingernails blush when you make a fist, the lines off which people stir stories about themselves; have an urge to write something on your wrist, but the pen never works- it has to be pursued. 65 more words