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🌹