Saturday, 18 March 2017

black silk feathers

followed my swollen chest
and it sleeps beside my rained on
window. subtlety washed away
my concrete tears with crowned
black shadows define who i 
want to be. 

breathe me in stale 
me out and break all the skins off
my black and whitened sketches;
bleed blue bleed blue bleed a sky
blue sky.



 

grieving greif

bountiful snow with stagnant silver wings and baby steps leaning us forward. i have been in this attic before and the leaks were distancing ...