Sunday, April 14, 2019

NaPoWriMo, Day Fourteen, Poem Eleven



Break

Why do we
rain plague
of frogs

in our
stomachs
instead

of waking
to day we
say we can't.

Bottom up bile
rather than
take wind

no one wants
from us
today.

At work
company
keeps you.

Your time
their food
played with.

Dropped
not spared
forgotten.

Too many
afraid of
own free air.

It's yours
don't cough
up back.

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