you feel it coming you know it’s here and you think to yourself: just another day
Tag: monostich
a world where we feed and hollow out the minds of our loved ones
a stockpile of words and gin for the end days
the joy of being gently nudged out of my seat by a mud wasp
never tired of each other the mist and the autumn forest
a nest to be proud of between a live wire and a pouch of ashes
touch and she glows i feel the same way too
plenty on the moon’s mind this autumn night
kindly deposit your eyes in this box the whiskey burns
more shadow than shrill getting used to this face
