I hope my aunt became one with the red earth.
That it’s the only hell she’s experienced.
And some day she’ll welcome me with mud streaks under her eyes
To take me to her den.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
I hope my aunt became one with the red earth.
That it’s the only hell she’s experienced.
And some day she’ll welcome me with mud streaks under her eyes
To take me to her den.
Request permission to use this poem