Mother wishes I am a dancer.
It would bring her much joy
to see me flailing my limbs
violently on the church floor,
like silk turbans possessed
by a sandstorm.
YOU ARE READING
Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
Dancers
Mother wishes I am a dancer.
It would bring her much joy
to see me flailing my limbs
violently on the church floor,
like silk turbans possessed
by a sandstorm.
