Easing the way into
It as a whopper side pocket-
Vent, the body fades into
Morning from the nocturnal
Sapphire with ruptures you had no
Permission to feel and yet you felt
Everybody. This isn’t all that you’re
Going to talk about from now on.
The bones that glory the late afternoon
Can be what’s left, shriveled and worn
Leaving that skin like a mace funded
Ideal. The hot stop of the cold mess.
Not too far from me I hear the sound of
Emergency and twisted nerves and heat.
I hope everything is fine.