sun burn

take me on a walk,

but please don’t ask me to talk.

this summer is an endless novel

full of twists and turns.

i’m bruised and blue underneath,

but red on the outside from too many sun burns.

i slept on the floor

with bad coffee and old socks.

i slammed the back door

before locking the lock.

– js

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Author: i.jacksonsmith

An aspiring young visual artist with an interest in poetry as well.

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