five seconds too long, five seconds to
stall, this isn't fog
this isn't my car
metal bedsheets like rope made of
steel, all curled and hurled
through eyes and they're peeled, yeah
but i never wanted it
all i can see is red soda like blood
and smoke through the metal
all curled like nails, this is
five seconds to stop and to think
not to feel, i'm scared and i'm late
and the metal is real
2 comments:
D: this is uber good
So I skimmed this before i read this and i thought it was about how you took forever in the bathroom in dunkin donuts and then i was like, really he wrote a poem about that, and then i read it again and realized it was not.
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