His texts were like a zipper,
an opening to an old wound
where the worm ate sunrays in his guts
he made fire
underwater,
again and again,
until all extinguished
with one bang
©Marialenn 04/21/2018
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 6:01 AM UTC
His texts were like a zipper,
an opening to an old wound
where the worm ate sunrays in his guts
he made fire
underwater,
again and again,
until all extinguished
with one bang
©Marialenn 04/21/2018
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