deadhead pinch and twist the leaf limb
Tag: creative writing
crimson flower reaching for the pale heavens
quiet the winter garden aroma of gods
dusk burn leaving my shadow on sidewalk
stilled naked bodies fed to winter fires
yellow glow the gentle sway of verdant beings
following the mynah past gloom corridors
leaves fall into place grey calmly dispersed
daylight
pours in- filling
concrete void
crimson headlights the eyes of a street god
