Poems from DC129
I sit with a post it,
Willing the words from my sophomoric mind,
And they do not come,
For I have nothing to say.
And now I do. And I...
A silver yawn
her intake of breath
And she closes her eyes
and stretches her sobbing limbs.
A monstrous groan
her wasted abdomen
And she...
At first just yelling.
Spiteful cries,
Words like cleavers,
Got under her fingernails,
and the mahogany skin on her cheeks.
And then the...