Dollhouses & War

The first attempt at proper poetry and the next and the next.
"Not a tea stain, but a rain stain,"
"Does my heart tangle like headphones in a pocket?"
"...mascara tears registers exhilaration under rapid music beats. "
"Love is the only blood we will bleed as / Together we fall into a rainstorm."


12. The Winds Welcome Call


The wind taps at my window

begging to be free

inside six walls. 

I imagine that it has a singular hand, 

its fingers tapping out a dotted line

with thumb and forefinger. 

It throws autumn leaves like punches 

and rattles like a mad man behind bars. 


It knocks and knocks on beggars brick

and I'm almost tempted to answer

its welcome call. 

To feel the cool slap to my cheeks. 

But I don't. 

And it roars outwards

filling the sky with intermittent cries. 



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