a dry lump of guilt
swelling
at the back of our throats
dry cough; you can admit it we
haven't been the best hosts to mother earth
drink water; let it rain
wash away our mistakes to never make them again
Ummama
top of page
an online magazine dedicated to becoming anything but typecast
Search
Recent Posts
See AllPlastic, our new savior! We’ll make everything out of plastic. From cups, to bags, heck, even sidewalks, everything will be plastic....
We shattered the glass All over the floor We walked away But you walked back Picked up a few pieces and threw them at me I turned to walk...
Post: Blog2 Post
bottom of page
Comentários