Ping
sit here staring out of eyes
that i don't seem joined to
searching inside for the exit door
fingers move without invitation
screaming from this flesh and bone prison
playing tennis with echo words
drowning in my thoughts
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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