POETRY
by verb Hushed whispers and Glass shards on the floor Exploding with all the Screams kept bottled up
GLASS
Little children unsure Of their own reflections Delicate features marred By cracks in the mirror
BENDER, 2017
Hoping for sunny skies And getting gloomy grays
3|The penchant||MAY 2020
Every spiteful word inked On a canvas of skin and Bruises that blossom in Shades of red and blue Pounding on doors and Footsteps walking away Dreams of faraway lands And knights in rusty armor Eyes glazed over and Slurred speech spitting The most painful words Like they’re nothing at all Crowds of people and No one to come home to Hoping for sunny skies And getting gloomy grays Exhausted by their troubles Enveloped in their silence They burrow into the covers And close their weary eyes
