her
tulips bloomed in the night,
softer
than the paling
moon/ beams
darker silhouettes
—hers—lined the u’s
and i’s of turning. the headlights
skimmed the road, petalled
like ice.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC
her
tulips bloomed in the night,
softer
than the paling
moon/ beams
darker silhouettes
—hers—lined the u’s
and i’s of turning. the headlights
skimmed the road, petalled
like ice.
