Cemetry Gates
But You Lose Because Wilde Is On Mine
As I gazed into the
catalyst we call
the sun
I squinted
turned
watched
carefully
inconspicuously
as she lay
roses upon
a rotting
forgotten
grave
her lower lip trembled
as if she were sharing a
secret
a secret
she dare not repeat aloud
to herself
and most certainly
not
to
me.
Notes
Due to technical difficulties, college, and pharmacy classes I haven't updated, the plan is to update one chapter a day, just so you know..
