Feb 2023
The day is long in its nothing
I sit with a head wide open
The ants torment
the remains of
a little girl in the kitchen
The feathers fall along the trail
The pit is deep and so is the
longing
I sit with a head wide open
The ants torment
the remains of
a little girl in the kitchen
The feathers fall along the trail
The pit is deep and so is the
longing
