Lemon Salt

Harris Halting06/15/2019Down, Poetry

Seeing my trash can will bring us together,

You don’t think I ever feel wrong,

Tears smearing, sorry for fucking up, ink,

Broken razors, blades exposed,

Before I discovered a different way to deal with imperfections,

Scars aren’t always lessons, never changes these roots,

Fear ripping up carpet scared of responsibility,

Fear couldn’t breathe.

Published by Harris Halting

Harris Halting is a I.N.F.J layman writer, creating freestyle poetry as an outlet for his emotions for over thirty years. Halting is currently working on gaining an online audience. Other than poetry, Harris creates and listens to music, analyzes human interactions, watches SpongeBob SquarePants, and sadly responds using cheesy references. He can be reached at WritingReadingWright@Gmail.com View all posts by Harris Halting