life, poetry, prosetry

Pea soup


Don’t look at naked pictures of girls online

you know what you’re like

soon you’ll be closing your legs to life

saving up for surgery

have you forgotten what it feels?

to hang upside from a big tree

outside your grandmas kitchen as she

shells peas into a colander, feeling the late

sun on her neck and smiling that smile

you will never forget

something majestic in her grin

do you think she’d be pinching and comparing?

her diet

was denial

and a side

of rough edge




15 thoughts on “Pea soup

    • thefeatheredsleep says:

      Thank you so much VJ, I tried to have two meanings, roughage as in eating roughage but also ‘rough edge’ so I was glad it worked! I appreciate you reading very much!

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