Poems from abbyvnhs
drip,
drip,
drip.
it shouts from across the room.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
wrenched down...
jumping on the bandwagon
with the Promises that have been given.
worry condenses and tries to pulse through.
the bustling street, blurred...