deepundergroundpoetry.com

ROSEBED

If I could have any future I chews these lips
Pavement cracked, cracked glass, soles worn out.
A walk so tall, I saw you everywhere.
Saw me in half. Saw you whole again.
Saw you on a rose bed, six square of garden,
Lain on a starched sheet stretched to the end
Wrestling the anger of your dead mum out of you
Delicate as deep, this pear so cool and sweet.
This dripping juice runs down my arms to the pits.
Written by whale
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3 reading list entries 0
comments 8 reads 789
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 12:45pm by WillowsWhimsies
COMPETITIONS
Today 11:42am by Vision_of_insanity
SPEAKEASY
Today 10:08am by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:12am by Ahavati
COMPETITIONS
Today 7:55am by BeautifulDisaster7
COMPETITIONS
Today 6:56am by Sapphirewolf