Fallen

…

By Sims LocklearPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

O wing deliquesce

My memory is still flesh

All else is the sea

About the Creator

Sims Locklear

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

Keep reading

More stories from Sims Locklear and writers in Poets and other communities.

Semele
Sweet, unmask me not of this burning flesh This blistering, flashing and churning flesh These bursting bolts of love you beg me for
By Sims Locklear3 years ago in Poets
Scary Cat
There's a cat in my room. I cannot find the broom. I Think it ran in my closet. I shut the door, But maybe I should lock it.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)4 days ago in Poets
Mourning the loss of what once was
Little girls in petticoats and ruffled dresses Little boys in suits and spit-shined shoes Church sanctuaries overflowing Easter Sunday flowers on the pews
By Cheryl E Preston2 days ago in Poets
Wouldn't It Be Rubbery
Introduction It was Dena Brown's birthday recently, and she mentioned that one of her favourite songs was "Rubberband Man" by The Detroit Spinners, and I shared "Rubberband Girl" by Kate Bush with her.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 days ago in Beat