Friday, March 4, 2016 at 1:46 am


I think I’ll turn you to stone
this taste in my mouth
the space
your words floating higher out of reach
dirt is my crown and it pulls me deep
tangled thoughts
or memories
it’s all the same
so I’ll look you in the eyes and see you as stone
Perhaps a shrine
in time

Categories: Journal, POPment

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