1 – Body

From the Numbered Collection Water-filled lungsDo not rise and fallBroken limbsWill falter beneath the weight of windCrippled fingers and swollen lipsWill make jagged edges of your touchAnd a bloody mess of your words, however well-intendedA mind reeling around itselfEating at its own fleshWill eventually decayAnd your thoughts will notSeep into the soilOr float to theContinue reading “1 – Body”