4/13/20
I'm stuck, sticking
Around and
Waiting. Waiting for
Our time to pass
And our futures to begin,
Our world is shattered.
Helplessly, sweep the pieces
Together only to cause a
Trickle of warm red sap.
Palm to wrist to elbow.
Down, down
Deeper the pain
Greater the sin. Falling
Was always the
Answer
To the perfect
And utterly blissful
End.
