A Case for the Cliché
“Open me up. Rummage out my insides. Find the moon, the screechy bugs, the rocking chair. Listen to it. Memories keep their promises. Go back to those ordinary days. It’s brought me here: spreading myself out more and more and more.”
This is poetry right here ✨ And yes, please keep writing about whatever the heck you wanna write about. We love to see it. 👏
This was pure poetry.