Poem 20151001

Posted on by crow

he said
over a cup of coffee
i’m buried alive
in my own heart

i offered sugar
cream
but he waved them both
away
preferring it black
and hot
and bitter

not that i mind
he continued
it’s my heart
i found my way in
–why would i want to
to find my way out?

Published by crow

I'm a writer and a dabbler. I live in Washington.