a mountain sphere i am
withering along your
removed corpse;
feather puncturing my
unreasonable spine
i am a flavor to this
version of skies.
dark necks throbbing
above another galactic
star;
where i am moonlit
in your classic
intentions.
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 ...
