Jan 2024
I walk a ghost among the mourners,
plucking stitch
after stitch
into my own burial shroud
—with a rose
tucked into the sleeve
as though one day,
a dedicated love might find itself here
plucking stitch
after stitch
into my own burial shroud
—with a rose
tucked into the sleeve
as though one day,
a dedicated love might find itself here
