belly wound

red clock melts into amoebic puddles

that flee beneath the sad front door.

burning horses run through the living room.

I sit on the whimpering couch like a tombstone,

rolling fallen angels in my scarred up palm.

just another miserable Tuesday alone.

 

nothing is amazing without you.

Reviews

[AngelAfterlife]

BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!

[Kerry O'Connor]

Like Salvador Dali with a pen instead of a brush.

[Ashleyx]

I must have read this 8 times. I absolutely love it. Thank you for this poem. I wouldn't change a thing.

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

Wow, this is excellent. I love love love the last line

[Kenneth The Poet]

Nice.