Poems from ksperry20
Would you forgive me
If I told you that I lost myself
A long time ago?
That I looked away for one second
And the small fingers I had been...
My fingers won’t move.
They are stiff with frost,
Tips turning blue and then deathly purple.
Threatening to rip them from
My flesh they...
They claim to be warriors
for the ones who cannot stand
to fight and to speak for themselves.
They type furiously on keyboards,
tweeting...