Poems for Liminal Places: Part One by Campbell Pennington

Dec 2021

I have lived eons in twenty minutes,
felt the creaking
of my bones growing,
growing,
growing weary,
crumbling to gritty dust
only to be born again.
To live, die, serve
behind this counter.

Written by

Campbell Pennington 28/F/here & there & gone again

(28/F/here & there & gone again)

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