ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣..

in
crimson
clover me
four times over
put me
on
that
hilltop
alongside
that blade
of
grass
my summers calling winter
footsteps in the breeze
they have come to notice
perhaps even
circle to me
?



















...
..
.

my feel came
from
an
other
window

they recognized
when thief nose started bleeding
my breath has been turned
to fiberglass shards
my heart
oh
my
heart

they thought
?


























...
..
.