Poems from christingood
the surf laps at my toes.
i lose mself in the seafoam
take a step it churns around my ankles
i wade in until it pools around my waist
i...
no.
i dont want you
No.
Dont touch me
NO.
Dont love me
NO!
STAY AWAY
i am so cold
from the ice in my heart
as it frosts over my breasts
his breath is a white puff of smoke
he brushed a finger over my heart...
"lets play a game" he said
at a crossraods
"right or left?"
we turned right and right again
then left, right, and left
and hours after we...
we all live on
borrowed time.
so can i borrow
a second.
can i borrow
a minute...