Jan 2017
strands of hair, half-remembered
the sun has shrunk to bone.
light across a bedroom floor
spread brittle, held, lost.
this world deserves nothing
acre lit.
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing.
the sun has shrunk to bone.
light across a bedroom floor
spread brittle, held, lost.
this world deserves nothing
acre lit.
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing.
//
the world blacks out
or maybe just me.
the world blacks out
or maybe just me.
