Watching your wheel collide with the pothole
Tires screeched swerving by your bag of bones
Aromatic skin sizzled where you slid
Tears dribbled on the quiver of my lip
I tasted my lunch twice; I lost my bestfriend
About the Creator
The Shattered Poet
Healing through creative introspection.
A writer, or a visual artist who paints with words in straight lines, haha; either way, enjoy the reads!
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