Brush
strokes fading
Down
my backs’ change.
I
cannot force us backwards
Rather,
I will summon our art
Into
the fine lines of our lives.
Crafting
my neck around
Your
black tones;
I
am complete.
granted avalanche
when we arrived the amulet was damaged and broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...
