02-08-2017, 04:39 AM
In the playground, people spew
laughter as they jump from swings
and spring toward frisbees.
My saliva rots on my tongue,
and the breeze fills my nose
with dandelions.
I have to spit.
laughter as they jump from swings
and spring toward frisbees.
My saliva rots on my tongue,
and the breeze fills my nose
with dandelions.
I have to spit.