Poems from secretpaigent

Eyes through a window. Slow crawl upwards, what do you know about the world. Cradled in my own arms flush to a pillow,   a wedge. And I am...
I tread through the mist of my past in my mind. Images begin to blur, bouncing through my head like bayonets. The insides, slice and seep...
People pulsing, sweaty bodies squeezing, fish-like in nature, no one speaks. The silence grows, almost distraught, but instead, a...
Socks. Why is everyone sporting socks. The soft mini shag suits the slight unease. They all sit on the big leather sofa. Everyone leans...