never again this peach green tree. the pitch black earth
smiling under our nails. Never again the altercation of wood against flesh clothes kissing green flowers tangle in dye and keratin. the receptor for when a hive is found is now dormant. the hunt is no more. no more will the ants sleep in the bowl of lover's names. the howl of the leaves is silenced. silence will still be here. Oh rest assured my friend, the silence will still be here. Living things always has its way to make sure their birthmark don't die.