Thursday, 14 May 2020

98



like a bullet with a tracer
ink shoots off your 
arm

a bitterness
on the tongue 
at work

like a dance the tears
play up the eyes

level the bottle 
nudge of the wrist
cold heart heats 
up then 
rest

you wake to the sun
where you lay

breath and thoughts
in motion push 
against

 volumes of 
memory


#katyamills
remix

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