Poems from Cloud Shark

Red Tape
Back, belly, thighs, wrists. Which path do I start with? I take my red tape and wrap my arm up. Then my legs, I’m about to throw up. The...
Morphine
Pain is irrelevant. Numbness is what I feel.  My apathetic mindset does not appeal to others but it’s all I know. Highs and lows are...