6:45 a.m.
The **** crows
the clouds carry a skull and crossbones
across the fretful sky.
See how he looks at her,
a bird caged in a song
longs,
before the open window.
How his heart breaks
for the sky
and it's wide set eyes,
is it the conch
that whispers
to the coast
of aching night?
Flight.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
6:45 a.m.
The **** crows
the clouds carry a skull and crossbones
across the fretful sky.
See how he looks at her,
a bird caged in a song
longs,
before the open window.
How his heart breaks
for the sky
and it's wide set eyes,
is it the conch
that whispers
to the coast
of aching night?
Flight.
