In my dreams my knees
cave to ashes. The knuckles
of my spine grind and give.
My bottom lip cracks like
the pale bark of trees in
winter.
but I don’t sleep.
written November 2011.
In my dreams my knees
cave to ashes. The knuckles
of my spine grind and give.
My bottom lip cracks like
the pale bark of trees in
winter.
but I don’t sleep.
written November 2011.
This poem is greatly written.
It has a lot of visuals in this…I feel like I am in your dreams getting lost in your world.
Compliments to your poetry.
🙂
Thank you! I actually revised and expanded it just now.