Tonight/Tomorrow

synæsthetic sensations
that can't be put into words

(it is not necessarily liberating to be free
it is not exactly lovely to be desired)

should I jump
into fear
tonight

(the smoky air
feels wrong beneath the curtain)

should I lie
to your heart
tomorrow

(I will fly


eventually)

by M. T. (Nihil)

Comments (1)

nyc one one keep on writing more poems