Thursday, April 5, 2018

Loose in my skin (landays)



Lying in skin, looking like nothing
I tear the blue-eyed sky to empty, storm the bright clouds

Loose in my skin, looking like people
I sour my rhymes to sirens, bark them like soldiers

Come the hour, all the ink will burst

We crawl through our minds, grateful for ricocheted whispers

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