I have been missing for months
days pass me like they think I'm standing still
and I knew things that nobody had described
Hours went by and my existence meant something,
new to each different face
The taste of death was sweet and marveled on my tongue
like the names of perfect strangers and they whispered
past my ear, 'this isn't you'
The posters got soggy, but when I fingered the
rusted staples, they cut me and I found my body,
not that it was worth going back to
JE LEEST
ReAnimation: A Poetry Collection
PoëzieThis is a collection of poems from my youth that were pretty edgy and poorly written. Here, I've updated, edited, and reinvented them so they are not just a pile of lost causes in my poetry archives.
