Upon Me
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A tattoo upon my back
Of a bird zipping through the air.
Above the clouds and the bustle below,
Whizzing by without a care.
A rustic watch upon my wrist
That tells the time no more.
With cracked glass and hands that sit,
Paused at half past four.
A small, brown hat upon my head
With tears and holes all through its rim.
A bronze ribbon across its crown,
Dented, scratched, and dim.
A cigarette upon my lips
Burning brighter than the sun.
Smoke spinning and twirling high,
Never resting until I’m done.
Bio - Hunter Rogers-Millson
My name is Hunter Rogers-Millson, and I am a second-year Professional Writing student who enjoys writing poetry and fantasy stories. My goal is to one day write and publish my own comic book.
