May 29th, 2023
In the time between each calling There’s a hole that grows. As the time passes, weasels seek it out and build their den. But in that moment…
Words from you light up the darkness. Stability through similes, affection through amalgamations Life from you is nimble, quick and queer and qualitative As the timeline grows, tenacity determines growth and death.
Hear the gong as it rings, and know it isn’t for you.
Leave a Reply