Submitted by Zura Matt
The remains from pants pockets..
Stripped from our bodies
In a drunken pursuit
All that’s left..
To taste who you are
Is a battle that I’m fighting
Whether you’d like to admit it.
We can build castles,
We can build chaos.
We can mesh into a beautiful work of art..
But is that what we want?
All I know is that these bruises bring me smiles,
And the silence brings me comfort.
The simplicity speaks chapters.