Still Not Waving
An Homage to Stevie Smith
By The OmnichromiterPublished 2 years ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Stuck in the space between
Where things are heard, not seen
Broken, with a price called free
Got lost in the entropy.
Found my role in a tragedy,
Treat it like its a comedy.
I wish that I could just be;
I wish that I could flee.
Cause I'm not waving,
I'm drowning.
I'm not flying,
Just falling.
About the Creator
The Omnichromiter
I write stories like spells—soft at the edges, sharp underneath. My poems are curses in lace, lullabies that bite back. I don’t believe in happily ever after. I believe in survival, transformation; in burning and blooming at the same time.
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