smoke spirals and
dainty garbage
lie through their poison teeth
say they're all gone
and gone they're not
they stay instead,
behind the shadows
sighing with calculating eyes
and bloody fingers
we don't want them here
we say
and yet
who brought them in?
YOU ARE READING
under the magnolia
Poetrybits and pieces of poetic rain that caught in my hair doesn't make sense darling sorry
