I don’t trust my shoes anymore.
They hide my prints until
\ I question whether I moved at all
Blisters like clouds on the floor
thick blood like trees in the sky
”I let my fingers dance and my eyes wander
They wonder what song they’ll meet today
So I drop the act and splatter my heart all over this page, What Do You See?
Do you see art? Do you see desperation? All you see is me and now I have grown roots in your eyes.