The word despair droops down below the margins,
Sinking into the ocean of no words
Where the writing is obsolete.
She is like her writing;
Her ts slant downward,
Her rs hanging like vines in a forest,
So close to meeting gravity face-to-face
And fall
Onto the earth that means death.
YOU ARE READING
beyond shiny coal
Poetryif you dug deep enough, you'll find all my buried words. [poem book #2!]
