White knuckles turn blue from
a permanent fist
permanent frost that
bites his skin.
Bare feet blackened by
wandering nights,
running for light
as the dark creeps in.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 4:24 AM UTC
White knuckles turn blue from
a permanent fist
permanent frost that
bites his skin.
Bare feet blackened by
wandering nights,
running for light
as the dark creeps in.
A fragment of a longer poem, still drafting...