Fragment Poem #6

I’ve started my collection An inbox of rejection Waiting for acceptance

Fragment Poem #5

I know it, You know it, But sometimes, The words bite deep, Tasting like blood in my mouth.

Press my face against The crinoline lines Of your spine, Your vertebrae Imprinting on my cheek.

I ran as if you’d chase me I ran Because you didn’t

These words written out Rearranged, reframed, remain Unspoken.

I never quite understood Where you and I Really stood.