Okay
Just sit there thinking
Those thoughts near my
Tendrils of language that
Touch like smoke rings
And it’s
Over but you’re out
There thinking those
Thoughts
Something like me with
That static between others
Thoughts I can’t
Comprehend anymore can’t
Feel close by but you’re
Pressing on my brain
..hard
Enough to
bruise my logic…
About the Poet:
Esmé Brennan Galloway- Non-Linear and Multi-Faceted. Gender-Queer. Prismic Goth Child. Eco-Sexual. Contradicts Parameters & Exists Beyond Logic.
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