April 2, 2020 There’s a glowUnder that bridge, the one that holds the sky up,The mist sits her heavy hips around it,And it creaks to you in a language you remember from a dream.Wander the wildest path you can find,Whisper backThe trees and the owls know what your voice sounds like.Touch where the legs meetContinue reading “It Hurts”
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Your Whore
It all makes sense now.How unhappy you always were, though you never saw it.How little you trusted me, even when you said otherwise.You thought I was a whore from the beginning.I should have known when you flipped out on me for texting your friend to check on you.You had just spent the evening and earlyContinue reading “Your Whore”
A Burd in Flight 