little poems · Uncategorized

polka dots on my skirt

looking down upon the polka skirt

the blank eyes stared

perhaps a little scared

the tiny heart beat

the brain  couldn’t fathom

why those hands slid down

all the while the clouds rained

in the turbid smell

besides the old dried well

the ice candy melted into a pool of weird sadness…

 

in response to daily post’s one word prompt :blank

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