poem: tumbling glassware

loganbrightworks poems 2019-08-072019-08-06

tumbling glassware
I flee, screaming
scared of what the next will mean
the next, the next
new fears now, and unashamed
they fester, boil and rot

Published 2019-08-072019-08-06

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