Shirt shirt, shirt shirt
Life can change so quickly one moment to the next
You were here just now
Skirt skirt, skirt skirt
And
Gone
I feel your pulse against my palm
Your skin
Your fuzz
Buzz buzz, buzz buzz
Through rhythmic calm
Then
Gone
Your smell, your scent, unique like rain
Visions fade inside my brain
The noise you left a roaring train
Big bang
Decaying
I feel insane
Crick crick, crick crick
Yet I strain for one more scrap
Of you
To touch, to feel, to lick
It brings me back
All within one mighty zap
About the Creator
Amos Glade
Welcome to Pteetneet City & my World of Weird. Here you'll find stories of the bizarre, horror, & magic realism as well as a steaming pile of poetry. Thank you for reading.
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