I find it on the table
A dirty lid, a skeleton
a life caught in a
dark place, lost.
Long past decay,
a perfect specimen
a perfect gift for
a girl, with artist
for a middle name.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I find it on the table
A dirty lid, a skeleton
a life caught in a
dark place, lost.
Long past decay,
a perfect specimen
a perfect gift for
a girl, with artist
for a middle name.