Sta.sh
We'd make drunken eye contact
While sat on iron bar motorway bridges
Road kill paved beneath us
And diluted starts that hung above us like spirits
Passing bottles of liquor while discussing Shakespeare
I'd hide behind my sleeves
We were scatter brained and tongue tied
Scorched pupils and leaper fingertips
I don't know how to let go of these Polaroid memories
We need to plan our escape because Alice had the right idea
The smell of stagnant rainwater is making me nauseous
Because sometimes painkillers never seem to work
And carving words into one another is the only way we can exist.
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We need to plan our escape because Alice had the right idea
The smell of stagnant rainwater is making me nauseous
Because sometimes painkillers never seem to work
And carving words into one another is the only way we can exist. I just love the ending
I really like your style of writing-so much imagery and words that really capture the senses, like filling out a blank canvas.
Good job!
<3
Feel good about this poem.
Thank you so much.
That's not even a word.
This is THAT great. I'm adding crap to the dictionary.