the bottom of the wishing well

Written By Charly Muha

let me be glass, cloth

the world hammers and knives

let me be honey

the world never bathing, runny

let the hunter free me

my soul never digested, voice spread

don’t let my legacy dissipate

the world cracking open, flying overhead

let be me squash for pie

the world can choke on how i’ve tried

let me be a sweet potato

skin soiled, inside sugar-dough

Charly Muha
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