We’re all full of it
good thoughts
bad thoughts
selfish thoughts.
A head full of
curdled thought soup
I only let out
the white ones
altered to appear pure,
worn like a crown
to convince the world
I am the good witch
Keeping you
at a distance
so you won’t see
a dark godiva
covered with
white vermin.
A final OnesShootSunday poem. http://onestoppoetry.com/
Thanks for the memories.
Photo by Rosie Hardy. http://www.rosiehardy.com/