Dream memories
Of a slap across the face
A hollowness In the belly
Aching, twisting fingers
Digging
Pulling
Your heart is a dark moon
Pulling me up
Through acidic waves
To reach
And fall short each time.
April 2014
Leave a comment
Filed under Edges, Poetry, Writing
Tagged as NaPoWriMo14, poem, poet
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
Notify me of new posts via email.
Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
Email Address:
Follow