Make any and All red flags look like flags.
I wasn't supposed to ask
why there were so many of them.
I asked about the ones
Stepped over and Stepped on
only to be offered
my old glasses back.
If I put them back on,
I could forget those blood-basted palms.
Wet, Slick, and Soft.
I can't touch them.
Not again.
It took so long for me to notice.
Tupac once said Lady Liberty and Mrs. Justice need new glasses.
Mine were gifted. Bought on my parents' insurance.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
