Black dustA Poem by Georgiana
I was just remembering how this skin
Bandaged once nothing but black dust. All it contained Sometimes lying on the harsh kitchen floor I tried Nothing petty; nothing dainty My most honest apologies: I'm not flowery this time Just layers of black swirled fog Under the bathroom sink I tried The shiny, compact, mirrored top Black fog would roll down my cheeks It grew and it grew and it grew. My sleep informed me On capacious carpet that looked like blended arguments and meaningless I tried I hurled up dust at every kiss So rain, you better hammer the ground. Wind: shatter my windows. Thick, grey, mighty clouds: suffocate the entire world Because I know I almost died © 2014 GeorgianaAuthor's Note
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