spiral into the dusk ritual of dreams
Tag: poem
little one raising fire and smoke from nothing
working lips muster stringed dry whispers
nighttime levitation in the name of no one
train end we gather and contemplate
disturb/ the dark: static across flesh
white flags raised and they choose not to see
navigate the evening deep mental scars
between bedsheet wrinkles finding peace
overcast the grey and drizzle have settled
