its 6:30 in the morning and I am still alone Thinking of anchors tied to my eyelids, forcing them to stay. trying to hide the brass knuckles i find strapped to my hands when i wake up. Readying myself for another night of bruised thoughts Maybe this is too long to think about the same…
Author: Torrey
Something about what?
Now we push the pennies around the floor. Each one making you laugh A flash in time, lost now to something I still can’t see. You scream and laugh and tell me not to read it, but I do. In that parking lot, I thought about before 4:00. I cover the last of it with…