Flutter
- Thomas Quin

- Sep 11, 2024
- 1 min read
Hallucinating pitter patters
Arrest my ears,
While the rest of my body sleeps —
And their words fall around my eyes
Like ripe peaches into my empty basket —
Floating through the air,
Before coming to rest on my fluorescent lips —
Arriving as fast as they leave,
To lead me back away again.






