Marked by tattoo’s

Those unbalanced threats
liven up this room with
how the angry breaths
sound scared
and the echo of footsteps
are heard running for their lives.
We’re making room
for what’s happened,
the lazy
who believe in water
are out swimming
where being surrounded
is what’s filling their lungs,
opening up
like door’s into a house
when visitors
have stayed so long
you hate them.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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