Poems from Miles Willis
My hands are stuck
To my fingers stuck
Together from the juice
Of the orange
That's is spoiled from
The core at least
It's sweeter than...
It has happened to
A friend of a friend
Of a sister or a brother
To mothers. To fathers.
To you.
It's the slaps; the hits
That scream: I...
The scent of your soap,
Lingers like smoke,
On my hoodie.
It tricks me,
Into believing,
You haven't really left.
You hear it.
You hear it on the news; you hear it in school.
You hear it from your parents, uncles, family friends:
“You are a freak; you’...
Sometimes I scare myself
When I get like
This when I see
Everything as clear and
Different. The World starts
To move without me
On it and I...