Ricochet

Rushing without seeing

without knowing

without judging

without understanding the magnitude of the highest bidder

The emptiness of laying in another's bed.

Twisted by the brightest point in shame and misery

Writing with the poison in my pocket

My heart will never beat much faster

Headed to a small disaster without my head in the clouds

I was ready for the ricochet of my feet on the ground

-jossyflowers🌹