The Hallows
The Hollows
Like a pit inside a peach,
If you could see them
Resting peacefully together.
Like shifting sands in Hidalgo
Gradual rise and fall
The fall being:
A gradual graceful shape
At the bottom of the dune.
Where I can lay my head
and witness the winds whipping around me.
Blades, then part of skin which hammocks my cheek, Sandwiched by vertebrae.
I think I’ll take another bite.
And lay at the bottom of the dune
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 9:09 AM UTC
The Hallows
The Hollows
Like a pit inside a peach,
If you could see them
Resting peacefully together.
Like shifting sands in Hidalgo
Gradual rise and fall
The fall being:
A gradual graceful shape
At the bottom of the dune.
Where I can lay my head
and witness the winds whipping around me.
Blades, then part of skin which hammocks my cheek, Sandwiched by vertebrae.
I think I’ll take another bite.
And lay at the bottom of the dune
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