Storms In Your Shoes
By bedazzled •
Shredded down,
the paper frowned
asking every reason
why.
Pirouettes
towards the cure,
yet every remedy;
a lie.
Threaded through,
I heard you
moving. through. the eclipse.
I tried to say
the words
but just kept writing scripts.
I thought someday
there’d be a way for
gravity
to lose.
I tried to find a pulse
but found the storms
inside your shoes.