experimental poetry (Remove filter)
i survived NYC
My brain is leaking out my nose.
leaving an imprint on the soles of my shoes as I walk on,
it splatters,
squelching,
as the birds pitter, patter on,
a minuscule impact behind the larger one.
the sky tilts with me,
f-lling
fall-n
fa-l (how do you spell -alling? i thnik. ha;ve I ‘forgtten’ HO?W t0 write to )
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Thursday 30th June 2022 3:15 am
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