INDICTED
what is the verdict?
who and what came to it
the pitiful pitter-patter plaintiff on my window
is it the rain or is it the ghosts?
a cloud must have come
to fog my vision
but i see it now
the leak, the foul
the water dripping
down
down
down
what is the verdict?
//author's note: i wrote this in 7th grade lol
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rigor mortis
Poetry"a summer calm laid its soothing hand over everything, like death." - sylvia plath © dreamsuckle 2021
