#micropoem

[khumeia]

[cxrrently]

[national poetry writing month, 28 of 30]

[at0mbe]

The empty playground

Is so peaceful and quiet

Too hot for the park

[ad-venturism]

I lost my edge and now I am infinite 

[thertg]

and just maybe

these dreams will fade

before this heartache

becomes my pain.

—RTG

[oneverysickferret]

me? a humble word botherer, fested and clumped — commercial and metronomic, like a scowling worm

[hearthspeaker]

[umabokil]

Cut open my heart and pour yourself into my blood. Maybe then love will finally run through my veins.