Crossed paths

People stink of
their screaming thoughts,
pounding their heads
as such a perfect body
so simply walks by
and passes her chance
for the love
I think I’m capable of.
More of a compromised search
where abilities get torched
and only our memories
of the crashing shipwrecks
will be what breaks us from each other.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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