sleeping seed,
the implied calm,
the false peace,
the hidden vitriol.
i move away
from order.
everything
because (of) entropy.
"slow down—
i do not need you yet," she said,
so i wait,
suspending growth
(though I might burst
and at any time,
explode)
like I always did.
— A. P.
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Accidents: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryIt's like learning a new tongue; like befriending an unfamiliar book, and finding love expressed in a million different languages that I cannot understand nor explain. - you have kept me awake for far too long Antoinette Prescott, 2016 "Accidents" i...
