the Fresno State of poetry.

[explodingboy]

yeah so this one is mine. it's called wednesday. and, i like it, so f--- you if you think it's shite. well it's my shite, ok? in any event...

Wednesday

Heavy
My hair has forgotten the touch of sunlight
My pupils grow wide
And I fall in the abyss
Falling holding on to this book
And the sun sets, I barely notice
My eyes glaze over and looking up I blink at a picture of us
A picture of you smiling
Shining under my lamp

I heard your voice three days ago
How lucky I am to have its memory
It was three days ago

Three days of sinking, pressed down until I land in my bed
Alone.

I can