Thursday, June 27, 2013

Confessions of a creeper

Confessions of a creeper

He lasts until you're gone,
still component to the atmosphere;
tricky.
Grime enough on the mouth to get close, but doesn't
touch. Your heart
doesn't reach enough
on the inside.

"I'm sorry,
what you said above
is true.
But was Narcissus not soft, yet enough,
to admire. Beauty?


Short sighted, I
Not."



exhaled ------ <
Done.
Finito.
Bye.


~ Jessica M. Wilson

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