Litter
We were bleeding on our blanket
Buried toes in the sand
Sunburnt
Stoic
I let go of your hand
I took a stone and threw it
To the middle of the lake
I ignored you when you asked me
What I thought that it might take
Watch the rings
Grow in silence there is
Nothing left to say
That stone broke glass
There's no
Going back
Those rings are
Growing to this day
I'm your litter
Dispose me
Out the window
I am empty
I am hollow
Buried toes in the sand
Sunburnt
Stoic
I let go of your hand
I took a stone and threw it
To the middle of the lake
I ignored you when you asked me
What I thought that it might take
Watch the rings
Grow in silence there is
Nothing left to say
That stone broke glass
There's no
Going back
Those rings are
Growing to this day
I'm your litter
Dispose me
Out the window
I am empty
I am hollow
Credits
Writer(s): Quinn Zumkeller
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