Hypoxia

stutter
sudden
underminded my hypoxia
you have been mine for a while
this thorn has grown
home-like

now see
disperse because
this pincer won't kill, it's still
but you
sleep with your gun, is it?
the laws of physics, don't apply
you should be mine for a while
and glare me with your third eye
 
now why don't you

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice. You create a interesting and deadly situation I believe.
"now see
disperse because
this pincer won't kill, it's still
but you
sleep with your gun, is it?"
I liked the above lines and I wanted to know more. Thank you Winter for sharing the outstanding poetry. I liked this one.
Coyote