No limbs; limping, fur stained, midnight, no rain, no prey.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Unconscious, stars, under eyelids, sunspots, compliments blindness.
Trauma of tridents, now you’re just somebody, that I used to know, no alliance.
I’m not completely sure, who I am, standing by, watching the clock of timeless, unwinding.
If only you could have been a little more like me, & never asked why.