Poems from segmcgunderson
Alright, sweetheart.
What’s this about acting the victim,
Again?
Your dress is stained, my dear,
And your hair a rat’s nest.
Who let you...
I’m a little too much of the same thing
I run on the railway lines
That roll as straight and narrow
As the razor-sharp wire I
Am constantly...
Where did that voice go?You remember it, right?
The one that muttered
Sharp, syrupy, perforating words
After each compliment
And about...
It begins as a small seed
Lodged in your ear
Blocking all sound
Soon, the roots spread
Little brown threads reach down into the canal...
Plant a kiss
On whoever’s forehead you can
Without awakening
The more goodbyes the better,
But too many
On those who care too much
Will...