Poems from egraham831
It is almost 5 a.m.
and you are fast asleep
with the bedsheets
twisted round your legs.
The sun is
beginning its...
There are nights where I am kept awake by my own ravenous appetite, and no late night escapades creeping down stairs to the fridge can tame...
The answer
can be found
in the way his voice
grips onto words
and shakes life into them.
The answer...
Awake in limbo,
finding solace in a chrysalis of quilts and sheets,
a chill slinks under the door,
and curls up next to me
like you once...
Mom’s hand vices around tiny fingers,
because tiny toes should not tread
into traffic.
But Mom’s grip slackens
as yours tightens around a...