closed eyes wont be seen
open wounds wont be healed
open mouths with hungry eyes
clenched jaws
with stars in the skies
a hook set in the lips
swimming upstream
just to be kicked down the stairs
once you've reached the top
an empty pit with a broken shovel
a ladder with no rungs
a skeleton with no keys
a canary unbound & voiceless
shoestrings laced with wet pasta
About the Creator
G.S Hasckle
hello i am g.s hasckle i am a new orleans street poet, i travel around with a backpack and my typewriter writing poems on demand for anyone who hears my siren song
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