April 21, 2012
angst-y poetry box

placed outside of the hall


in front of the gossiping door


underneath the kitchen sink.

and in the kitchen sink,

crust piles on plates,

and plates waitwaitwait,

because they’ve been soaking

for 10 years,

while i’ve been

looking at the world

through the hole in that tree --

the one that either dances in the backyard,

or sleeps in my old, creaking bed

full of nightmare-hued memories scattered

through the pale blue of the sheets.

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Mimi15 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 22, 2012 at 11:57 am
Check out my poem star(e)s
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