Short poems I

The Sounds Inside

bite

every time I bite
my jaw cracks
with the sound of
a misspent youth

belly

I could stick a knife
in your belly
and you wouldn’t blink

what are you hiding?

mirror

I breathe inches from the convex mirror
waiver on the brink
bleeding purpose into an empty pit
save me
you call out
‘come back’
‘I want you’

I think you have me confused with a better man

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Author: oldepunk

Writing about my views of the world in a stream of conscience style

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