Disassociate
Distorted gnashing puppet teeth
Not my face not my face
My limbs are tied by spider webs and I am floating
Why are they staring
They are not staring
But why are they staring
What do I look like?
Why do I look like that?
Papier-mâché heart crumples and the face melts under the pressure of streams from the eyes
Whose tears are these?
Hopeless
Copyright © Evelyn Collins | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment