Poems from steinmak
Dirty handprints are scattered
a couple feet off the ground.I'm sure I can see the child behind them-maybe laughing, maybe crying.
Half-...
Each brittle bone,
Each rib in your chest,
Was bared and battered.
A sick, twisted birdcage.
Your yellow sundress
Now stained and...
If your words carved themselves into my skin as you spoke them:
I would embrace you.
I'd wait for you to whisper my name,
so I could...
Half my life was spent keeping my fingers crossed. Once for hopes- while holding my breath for some much needed luck-and twice for bold...
Apologies drop from your mouth like dead locusts,
Simple reminders of the actions that plagued me over the years.
They lay there, lifeless...