Ode to Ziplock Bags FOR A COMPETITION! I am not completely mad!
I look at thee,
So small and thin,
Your skin
So clear
Your mouth wide open
In hungry anticipation
Of...
Anything.
You are the empty vessel
I crave to be,
The unassuming void
That receives...
Everything,
And questions...
Nothing.
How I would love to be you.
My blog is story telling, often in verse, and some of which includes tales of both living with, and crushing,
seronegative arthritis. All work is original.
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