Today’s poem is a little late, but here nonetheless.
#17
Deception curves to fit the bone, seeps into the spine, laps up the marrow -
Footsteps shake and loosen what once was good, pure.
Even half truths
weaken a body.
Enjoy the weekend!
Today’s poem is a little late, but here nonetheless.
#17
Deception curves to fit the bone, seeps into the spine, laps up the marrow -
Footsteps shake and loosen what once was good, pure.
Even half truths
weaken a body.
Enjoy the weekend!