Lofted CeilingsA Poem by coffeedigestThe fear of conversation.Lofted Ceilings The sound of cracked
loafers crept from the floor to my ears.
Dust sank down
from the dark beams above.
It filled the
light with a bitter haze, and tainted my wine with the history of past loafer
cracking parties.
This dust clung
to men’s wounds, which meander from one red dress to another. They wish to
speak, yet lose their tongue.
They try to kiss
the scarlet drum. Yet find no
refuge in their lungs.
I stand alone,
but without puncture. I see a dress,
and crack my heels. I’m not looking
for a wound. © 2015 coffeedigest |
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1 Review Added on September 10, 2015 Last Updated on September 10, 2015 AuthorcoffeedigestSyracuse, NYAboutHi, I am josh and am expectedly average at words. I am 21 and love coffee, I find my mind wandering in different coffee shops. So I figured I would create something productive out of thoughts. Criti.. more..Writing
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