BURST
Poetry Allie Park
Wait awhile they said.
It’ll make things better.
Or maybe they said it’d feel better.
I waited. Both hands across my eyes.
Waiting for the drops to fall.
Sounds of ripeness bursting.
kelly
It’ll come they said. I closed my eyes.
Hands outstretched I waited for another.
Surely it will brush past my fingers. At least.
I opened my eyes and found it burst.
What remained of it.
Tattered flesh and bruised skin.
Won’t you wait awhile?