rottenA Poem by sea lily
decaying slowly
shrinking before the sun a rancid feeling that smoulders and then grows somewhere above my stomach but beneath my heart. a tiny tug. the right to hurt to bruise, to burn, another injury for today. crippling debilitating mind. straining masochism against your face. flooded with shame. © 2008 sea lily |
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1 Review Added on December 14, 2008 Authorsea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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