Greasy specialty yarns.

It feels empty
when it rains like dogs all night long
The wind howling between the
storm screens
And the pines bending under the weight of
some long-forgotten burden
The sun peeks out
between holes in the sky
mockingly shining light on
the slicklipped roads.
I need the cold to come soon
To help me appreciate summer
I need some lightswitch
to turn on
To help me appreciate the night

Plastic shutters torn off
of fake hinges
And the spaces leftover
From clawed away kittens
Twenty years since
she mauled her first rat
Twenty years since she
saw her first storm

Rain, rain
Stay all day
So I can face something
That needs to be taken care of
Wet yarn and broken boards
A faulty return bar
Blinking the time
Green at me

I am stuck in the mud
of sunspots
And I am heavy with the weight
of ink.

 

jesus christ i love that

just reading it made me feel like i was watching a poetry slam, or at one rather

that and the topic is relevant

 

Oh, Krystin.

You're too poetic for words.


That was a very generic comment. I'm sorry.

But it's true.

 

but it definitely describes her

 

Haha...thanks ya'll.

 

I just came back to get inspired to write..

Now if you'll excuse me...