Sorry, I’m Late
It’s been a while since we spoke.I’d nearly convinced myself you’d croak.But here we sit,Surrounded by shit,And a fire I feel I must stoke. It’s a backwards flame.It’s wrong to call it that name.It’s a loathsome thing,With a familiar sting,That always feels like shame. Burdensome is my chest, pulling against my face.Straining against expression, I […]