#07
I dreamt of playing beside an open sea
But, I am just a ruptured piano and misplaced keys
I have no tone, just a sad melody.
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 2:23 AM UTC
Grappling wind shear like a knife, making subtractions in my skin
I can hardly wait to hit the ground, up, down, out, and in
Headfirst to the earth, soaring downward from high above
A crater makes my resting place in the earth
Black and blue and bold in love
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC