boxer's fracture.

i cant write about you.

i cant write anymore.

everytime i put the pen down

it sears my fingers

and hollows my eyes.

broken bones never healed in my hands

grind.

 

every sentence is roman ritual.

every word is holy water on linda blairs tits.

 

the lush tells me i should write

& write

& write

&write.

 

so i am.

 

if i keep this up

ill be dead by morning.

Reviews

[r]

good poem! i was looking for emotions of a person whom ur missing though. nice try!!!