concrete rosesA Poem by Alice Luanne Sutcliffe
he has sixteen scars that want to be roses or thorns
i've kissed every one of them with my fingertips and now i can't get the taste of concrete and cinnamon out of my lungs. © 2010 Alice Luanne SutcliffeAuthor's Note
|
Advertise Here
Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 Stats
242 Views
1 Review Added on June 4, 2010 Last Updated on June 4, 2010 AuthorAlice Luanne SutcliffeAboutTotoro-toting maniac who wants to be a mortician. This won't end well. more..Writing
|