The ReservoirA Poem by Corset The Reservoir It was supposed to be but every day is a new skeleton a place to dip my toes into the pool of ashes It may come alive again we may make it dance with our bullet tongues every new damn day is a returning ghost some "Once upon a wreck-tangled rope at the bottom of SpongeBob Ocean" drowning in liquid devastation Maybe, once upon a time. It's seemingly all in square (K)nots I'm more likely to be the reincarnation of Mr. Magoo but I know somehow, it will all blindly work out probably just by dumb luck. © 2022 CorsetReviews
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