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i walk my dog at night
so i don't have to give that fake smile the head nod that leads to a wave at some car to someone i don't care to know these social norms that i detest painted on smiles that seethe venom later in pretty boxes known as home in the dark mailboxes appear as shadow people scraping souls with jagged knives trees appear sinister as they surround my path my footsteps are the only sound the occasional light is a painful reminder of another day gone by no answers found the ghosts follow behind me holding on to my sorrow i clutch the leash my dog pulls they trip at my heels their desperate whispers remind me of middle school my hands burning as i tried to climb the rope in gym i held on when all i wanted was to fall
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April 2023
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