my father allowed me to fall in the hole
a cold peace
like a bomb i was taken good care of
at least until the moon
i have no shepherd like you
my mother milks like a cow
a creep upon that golden arch
made by sin in falling
where are you tonight?
a cold and distant whisper
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
