September 7, 2022

Dystopia

Sarinitty Woodruff
Dystopia

My lungs were tucked into a box


Wrapped in a pink bow


Thrown up into the blue


I would’ve stood grand


below it all to catch them


If only you hadn’t been


so close to me


My feet left the broken concrete

So my back sprouted wings


When I finally caught my breath in my hands


You were still there smiling

All the while holding onto the chain

around my ankle

Sarinitty Woodruff is an Indy poet, playwright, and creative. She spends her time circling thousands of ridiculous ideas to try, while neglecting to do things that are actually productive. She may or may not be in love with French pastries and love songs. Website: sarinittymw.com