the trill of the bird
unsung is the
tiny terror soaking a
parched voice
breaking through tone
tiered horror
of meeking making met
again renewed
I reached out into my nine mouths
slinking out
prayer &
the sun swallowed me whole
the trill of the bird
unsung is the
tiny terror soaking a
parched voice
breaking through tone
tiered horror
of meeking making met
again renewed
I reached out into my nine mouths
slinking out
prayer &
the sun swallowed me whole