The Great Depression

The Great Depression

A Poem by Heather Clayton

dirty grimy jeans slipping off
unwashed limp hair in my face
leg hair grown out so I can touch it
underarms stink, full of piss smell
feet cracked, withered and raw

I have been walking a mile
that is the distance of my life

I fall

© 2012 Heather Clayton

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Raw , Powerful ....... I think thats how its look like

Posted 6 Years Ago

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Added on May 23, 2012
Last Updated on May 23, 2012
Tags: jeans, hair, underarms, feet, leg


Heather Clayton
Heather Clayton

Spring, TX

Hello, I love writing and have quite an imagination. Usually my writings are short stories and also I do some poetry. I'm 35 and I love animals, music and writing/reading. I studied creative writing a.. more..