I sit in the field
Where once myriads of gladiolus grew
Now—
There’s nothing but a heap of dried up grass here
In this barren space,
This isolated being.
Reckoning—
A shadow with a bone jaw
Gaps wide at me,
Baring it’s teeth.
Last of my breath
He draws me
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
I sit in the field
Where once myriads of gladiolus grew
Now—
There’s nothing but a heap of dried up grass here
In this barren space,
This isolated being.
Reckoning—
A shadow with a bone jaw
Gaps wide at me,
Baring it’s teeth.
Last of my breath
He draws me
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