Just Like That


When words take wing and do not mean anything
When breaths are born only to be torn apart into gasps
When the old locked door with tarnished brass is wrenched from hasps
when an itch meets a scratch and the fire needs a match to light
the syndrome reflex manifests fight or flight
When curdled milk fills the golden bowl
Crying sours like angry dust in your throat
And your lamb's on the lam, just got your goat~





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-09 at 16:13

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