fields are dry now.
air coarse with
echoes of husks
scratching in
a breeze of fire.
peeling crackle
mocks love that
for a time created
lushness.
the bursting
laughter of the earth
scorched to ****
and bone.
rhythmic creak of
wood underneath
was a simple thing.
the sky was pink
and then his eyes
saw nothing.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:35 AM UTC
fields are dry now.
air coarse with
echoes of husks
scratching in
a breeze of fire.
peeling crackle
mocks love that
for a time created
lushness.
the bursting
laughter of the earth
scorched to ****
and bone.
rhythmic creak of
wood underneath
was a simple thing.
the sky was pink
and then his eyes
saw nothing.
