Its the last day of NaPoWriMo and I'm 14 days behind. Ooh, a challenge.
I'm thinking of throwing clementines
at your house, instead of rocks.
The drive wouldn't be the hardest part
but rather making myself throw something
sweet your way instead of skipping the
stones you've embedded in me against your
you'd learn to smile
with a bit of orange peel
pulling back your broken lips.