The earth opened up before me Yet it didn’t swallow me whole It took everything I tried to hold A landslide of out of my control Carving its path of destruction As I watched on from the front row
Monthly Archives: March 2018
Sometimes…
When I read your lines The syntax and rhymes Tug at the edges of my mind As the words weasel inside Where it’s impossible to hide From feelings once denied I’ve pretended they’re mine Tried them all on for size Enjoyed eloquent rides, y’all write