On any road littered.

What lies on deserted beaches
caressed by waves of bitter tears
red, pulsating blobs
squashed in their thousands bleeding
littering time while the perpetrator’s
footsteps leave their mark?
What is left but the broken hearted.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a very intense write, andrew...those hearts that litter the beaches of pain and rejection.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Indeed Jacob, been watching the twilight zone which gave me these thoughts. Love that show, doing a another series I hear. Thanks for reading.