Skinless... I Drag My Foot..through You
if i tell the truth
she will be
arrested
So my foot is bloody
it is other wise unremarkable
except i cannot stand on it, yes
it weeps
it has never stopped
the bandages are yellow with age
and fluid of youths
uncrushable need to explore
gives way to side walks
that creak even under my light weight
as did her car when drunk she passed
over me when i was asleep
trying to stay warm......under the car...
poem by Is It Poetry
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