trees, dried and misshapen
like arms of an old woman
reaching out to clutch you;
fallen limbs in the sand
bleached by the sun,
scattered like bones
after a bloody feast
7.7.17
day 188
trees, dried and misshapen
like arms of an old woman
reaching out to clutch you;
fallen limbs in the sand
bleached by the sun,
scattered like bones
after a bloody feast
7.7.17
