Between Mists
written by ~*josh


Vibrations
hollow platforms clanking
through empty stairwells.
the bean bag chair,
impressoins still left
wightless mass
spills in like february.
neutral
room temperature
used bathwater soaking into the sponge
holey - holy
I want to crawl into your whole

loneliness.
puddles surfacing
after the storm.
sister rain, she spoke
rusted the bike
rode to pete's.
"the candyman can"
tootsie rolls in grubby hands
spoling dinner.
I want to crawl into your whole.


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