Instrument

With strings attached to every bendable stick,

Your breathe clouds hot, heavy, and thick,

Fogging up your glass vision

And letting the outside in.

Author's Note

Sunday posting. This one is late for you guys, but it's been up on my DA for a while. I'm trying to figure out if I can schedule poetry on here like I can DA, so I can get stuff up on time while I'm busy.

I'm now writing three poems daily to force myself to write, so some of these aren't going to be my best but I need to post something on Sundays.