The Easy Fool

ellemac23:

for now I’m a slither.

a under-minded, young, know nothing.

And you look at me, 

with the stream and scream of a waterfall

defacing me and pummeling me

into sand, so you come up,

breathing, no.

You die. The waterfall energizes itself

with all the force and power it carries,

to you, to kill you. 

You believe it is yours to teach, to tell.

Alone, I think the rivers are in your eyes.

Tonight, your mouth tastes like a drunk bastard.

Tomorrow, I’ll forget and replace these thoughts

with something more like roses in your eyes

and honeysuckle in your lips. 

I’m good at that. 

I’m an easy fool.

By Lauren McManus