snakes

snakes

A Poem by Hermione

split open lily white skin
oh sir
how many snakes
have i known
how does my
garden grow
when I am all alone
how many snakes?
how many f*****g snakes?

i am
so tired, sir
so tired
and all i want
to do is go back to sleep
so as not to die tonight


when will you come home?
this all falls short
where are the hands you promise
who is there instead?
no one, no one is there

i will not be saved by smoke inhaled
 

© 2009 Hermione


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

61 Views
Added on November 21, 2009

Author

Hermione
Hermione

Strawberry Fields, MI



About
Speak, sir, and be wise. Speak choosing your words, sir, like an old woman over a bushel of apples. more..

Writing
monsters monsters

A Poem by Hermione


anything anything

A Poem by Hermione