• brahmleen_ 31w

    Smashed floors
    spilled lines of water
    a fallen daisy climbing
    chapped pores
    stacks of rain gasping
    inside chainsmokers
    crocs of death blooming backyards
    hope is an empty bar lits
    upon the scales of diversity


    Blue buildings hinge
    the knock of
    a poor page
    mirth outburts
    old aurora in a fresh sky grows
    grease shines upon wild bluebirds


    Pharmacy of life awakes
    cauterized clips sew the rust tints
    sounds of a warrior shake
    in a handcuffed poetry
    drop by drop letters slop
    on a clean rag.

    βrαhmleen