Poems from Camille6
Wish they’d spellMy nameWithout a CSpell it the way the system says
You’d think the principal would make an effortNot even my first name...
Time spinning down
Lost in the middle round
The tears puddle for a pound
And they taste like salted sand
The loss feels like we’ve won...
Butter-print swish
Red lips smack
It's always the Perfect Ones who talk back
Hide in plain cotton
Dark eyes drawn
My ears covered
The hours...