Get Your Premium Membership


Flaws. And the flush of speckled skin. My throat closes off and I break. Dead men keep breathing. Mourners heal quickly. Eyes open, reset, and we begin.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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

Date: 3/2/2015 4:13:00 PM
Dear Kenna, I love your words of realism, and I've been to this place you discribe myself, and it's no fun there, cheri
Login to Reply