Liar

I tried
to water
flowers

in the cavity of your chest.

I failed
to find surcease
or peace

No nourishment for my atrophied roots.

You know
all the rest
by now

The barren soil we had
sold out in one breath.

Published by Della

If you can't beat the voices, hold war councils with them. I write sonnets and tragedies. View all posts by Della

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