do you really think that?

my face is on the ground

cheek printing dirt art

eyes wide and dry

with thick thoughts pooling

mudmademudman……

wondering sadly

 

do you really think that?

 

inky bitumen

winds sticky through my heart

lips pit together

in a tremble

of

tired and tacky wordlessness

 

somewhere in a well lit cell

my mind spits sharply

firing wildly

heeding no one now

bum forward heels back

 

who do you think you are ?

 

as for me well I am just a kid

innocent and in love

sifting through betrayal

face down in the dirt

toes in the clouds

pretending not to care

or notice

 

……..that you really might think that

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