Two Poems – Justin Morris
January 3, 2019
Achilles
The girl with the guitar
Has hair as black as Hades
The River Styx runs down her shoulders.
If I dip my hand in,
Will somebody hold me back by just a heel?
Else will I be taken by the current
Dragged to Hell and drowned.
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Sadness is not grey or cold
It is a wad of cotton. Absorbent fibers
Soaking up words like blood from a wound
And then drying fast to your flesh