Poetry New York
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Six Word Stories Jessie Branch
Emotion wells up like sore thumbs.
Stale, my breath isn't sitting well.
Downstairs dogs get told 'shut up'
Simple things still feel untrue now.
Obey this man, must be complacent.
Will I become unafraid of feeling?
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