Little Moxie

I sat by the window, 
earlier today 
where the sun rays shone the brightest 
I could see 
the tangs of smoked breath you left 
still ballooning in my clouds 
the way I see it,
these bones could possibly get all 
soft and shattery,
baked beneath untold, anemic bruises
perhaps,
I got a little held up in a shelf 
after settling 
the fallen angels on a twig 
from emerging 
in between 
this heart’s little moxie 

Keep_reading 🙂 🙂
Love ❤ ❤

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