Mature, Lonely, and Out of Control

Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Trailing

A dripping maroon sadness
ensconced
in summer mist, stuff
that billows.
Refunded orgasms,
refuted sadness
trailing
a dismal watercolour.
The sky is a turd
lost beneath a stagnant heat.
Posted by Jonathan at 05:41
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