I Hear Emo

by on September 19, 2023 :: 0 comments

There it is

I dial my wrists and thus the handles
curating the temperature
The water scintillates itself
a crocked, interred army, straight line attack pulsing in the fore as
I step into the watery nebula

I settle I sigh
And so then at my most vulnerable
I hear that weird whiny whinny
Slurried word
Melody smeared
A message for me, a fortune
To be unleashed in the next shower

I will bathe
But o that ring, no

Up next then
Putting in my request early

– Sharon O’Callaghan Shero

editors note:

Can’t wash that earworm away? Replace it with another. – mh clay

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