the night calls to the moth a shadow stirs
Tag: creative writing
winter moth leads us into blinding lights
tongue to skin does it taste of spring?
this body deserves more
stern winter windsong
noon winds dim the space urging bodies to rest
the rain emulates humanity- a fleeting memory
silk goddess never sleeps fate thread sundered
connecting this world and the after spider silk
spider silk shimmers baby mumbles a mantra
