I'm only getting vague impressions of the pieces I want to create.
Help me edit if you can see where this should go.
sometimes the bottom dropping out is just
a pair of hands over your eyes. the black
isn't full of ends, or isn'ts, or never was.
it's just black, and the hands still belong to
the same person holding you, the same
breath on your neck and press on your rib cage.
you are still there.
you will not disappear or go invisible.
and you are held through the darkness,
till you find your way out.
1 comment:
I think the content and word choice is pretty good but the pacing is a little uncomfortable. Perhaps you want it to be that way? I think if you adjust the line breaks a little it could become nicer. :D Hope this helps. Also, you've inspired me to put up a poem I'm not in love with that I wrote the other day.
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