The Hour of the Wolves
byoot falls on concrete. White noise that lulls me back to the waking dream. Wash, rinse, repeat that fine linen suit. Keep it primed…
oot falls on concrete. White noise that lulls me back to the waking dream. Wash, rinse, repeat that fine linen suit. Keep it primed…
Lying next to you, fingers laced like the intricate bow of a coveted gift. Tight and shining with hope. Souls touching, drifting in and…
en are you broken?I hold you poised and ready,Yet you remain obstinately still.Fingers please don’t pout.I have told you how important you are,Even though…