Probably not as funny as I think I am
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feet so fast sparks flew, shoes left earth, caught wind, helped me flee to ocean skies.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
bones in the earth, tell me all your stories- I will try to weave them right.
my roots stretch far out, not in; I’m more interested in travelling far.
so much earth, between our two souls. and yet, I can still hear your heartbeat.
drowsy, lie on the burial mound. sun-drenched life atop earthen death.
ventured into the bowels of the earth; I lied, said “I’m not afraid.”
water in my eyes. it lives there, but it just won’t come out, release me
fingers trailing in the crystalline sea, floating- last time I felt peace.
should have cut the booze with more water; head and guts burned in fire rhythm.
river, wind through the plains, point the way home, to the liberty-filled sea.
cup of water, tilt head back, keep soap from eyes-for the first time, I yearned.
swim on wind currents, romp among star-speckled clouds- why return to earth?
