The moor was dense
But the film was loose
and my blistered heel
broke the surface
and paralleled your cry,
ringing.
reverberation was never so kind in
this fog,
and it swallowed you.
Mist licked my open eyes.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
The moor was dense
But the film was loose
and my blistered heel
broke the surface
and paralleled your cry,
ringing.
reverberation was never so kind in
this fog,
and it swallowed you.
Mist licked my open eyes.
Inspired by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Homes: The Adventure of the Priory School
