Poems from Megan Collins
There's a black pullbeneath me, bringing medown, but I awaken,
drenched,
in time I see doves andthe kind of. . . that matters,I need a haze...
The pressureis mounting meto the wall I wassupposed to climb,I close my eyes, andfeel too much, feel meslipping, I slide below theearth, I...
Hurt again,strong again,to reattach the slivercut, slurping up a liquidto fuel us, a life to be cruelto us, do we make us, make usmake us,...
What can you see in the drawingof the princess, too much purpleand orange are happy colors,orange you glad?
And what about the
smell of...
The saddest thingI've ever seen, is asmile sunken into astream and whispersleft listened by lovedones mourning I'vethought out of...