c r u m b l i n g By ALICE BURKE on March 2021 i feel like i’m a spring wound too tight i’m always sprinting but never move so close to just falling to pieces Published in Literary poemPoetry ALICE BURKE More from LiteraryMore posts in Literary »Roots JoyceOur Roots By Evangeline (Eva)M. HarrisVenting about Trees Chestnut Blight Sol JordanFocus Joyce SpearsStrangER Fruits