Nov 2014
Willow came apart
Morning rose without a sun
Flushed pink
The corners of her lips
Yearned with decade old creases
And we all scraped bark from our mouths
Morning rose without a sun
Flushed pink
The corners of her lips
Yearned with decade old creases
And we all scraped bark from our mouths
5:23am, November 4th 2014
Nothing. No one. Nowhere.
Nothing. No one. Nowhere.
