In my head,
Two pixies,
With tiny hammers,
Thrashing, smashing, crushing,
Stones.
Behind my eyes.
Mauling, bruising, punishing,
Bones.
Honing, forging a new wry,
Spoor.
A new ****
To drip my thoughts,
To flood my mind,
To gouge a moor.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
In my head,
Two pixies,
With tiny hammers,
Thrashing, smashing, crushing,
Stones.
Behind my eyes.
Mauling, bruising, punishing,
Bones.
Honing, forging a new wry,
Spoor.
A new ****
To drip my thoughts,
To flood my mind,
To gouge a moor.
