night rain cold claws dig in
Tag: creative writing
window fog train ride slows to a crawl
tiny specks of humanity summer landscape
strain silence from cold limbs
who am i really? ask the night.
summer dream to descend into the flesh raw
no biases in the dark at least here
an offering of flesh and scales to the broken god
do the bidding of old gods summer crows
highway dream amber lights in our veins
