She ran like it’s the end of the world
as fast as two good legs and fear
will carry her.
Homeless.
She fucked like it’s the end of the world
Sending moans of lonely little deaths
towards the ceiling.
She ate like it’s the end of the world
handfuls of despair, potato chips
and vodka.
It wasn’t the end of the world.
The damn world is still here.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=767199
Рубрика: Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата надходження 20.12.2017
автор: petra pan