Rob Plath, July 2013

NOT YET

i’m just content sitting here
not yet under the jurisdiction
of the worms

 

OPEN

my scars
become skylights
most nights

the stars
shine thru
the wounds

their silvery milk
bathing any traces
of pain

Promote. Poetry.
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