cross our hands and pray to
the middle of our days;
ice storm eyes and
sunset breathing.
clutched fists fostering
naked beliefs in rivers
flavored with
rainbow pain
open heart
close fists
i am me in all forms
of mortar brick
and rotating
skins.
Friday, 7 December 2018
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...
