dusk warmed oil worked into tender limbs
Tag: art
halftime black butterfly floats out the window
an extra pair of eyes in the dark crow perched on cctv camera
nightfall in the process of translating this skin
come closer we speak in greys and binaries
coffee whilst the morning gales wail
in this grey expanse feelings matter lives matter
the river slows to watch our ritual
a head or husk to sacrifice calm the river gods
shadow on the sidewalk inhales deeply from cigarette and holds the silence for eternity
