black and white checkered bathroom floor,
reaching out with despairing palms to save
the precious bottle of liquor
before it may crash and hit the floor.
there is a holy eternity which lies during the interval
what is not important is that the hands fail to catch,
and what is left is a pile
of interrupted screams.
the hands search through the mound
getting cut, and
then playing with the blood.
this is your destiny.
seed of desperation.
let me taste you.
I am a young yet passionate poet from Atlanta, Georgia. I am interested in philosophy, literature, feminism, world culture, film and fine arts. From a young age I began writing poetry, and have with practice began writing poetry as part of regular routine.