It's been a while
Since you've left the town.
I'm all alone
Under the raw sunlight
On my roof, with a trash can.
It's the only thing
That I feel okay with—
I can let out all my bitterness,
clawed and clipped thoughts
Into this 'only' trash can.
YOU ARE READING
the slow art of breathing bitter
Poetryslow dancing love and pain in the midnight chorus of liquor-washed autumn green ... || a constellation of destructive poetry ||
