Poems from gretchers
an eighteen year old girl from the south with a talent for rambling on about the fictional character john watson for an inordinate amount of time. oh, and she also writes poetry occasionally.
the heel of your shoe
beneath my chin
it rests, smothering
all joy within
and choking the breath
containing my sin,
or so called,
by the...
in the middle of the night, i see you
my imagination,
unfettered by daylight
conjures up visions
of your perfect imperfections
they...
I had a recurring dream as a child
that all of humanity turned to stone
and I was left to chip away
at their cold exteriors
until I...