Poems from brinanicole94
Shit
Soft cursive on a nine-by-seven page. I need a refrain.
Scribbled-out squirrels and cinderblocks. I need a refrain.
Doodles of...
We are young.
We are young and we are old.
We are broken,
sitting in the shattered glass of the night before;
our eyes glistening with...
One. Two. Clear.
One. Two. Clear.
The dark begins to fade.
Here it comes again.
One. Two. Clear.
I would like to go swimming,
maybe in...