RUPTURE Pearls in a silver bowl, half the clasp, no string. Among the smaller stars, fallen planets. I was your final dance. The night and its prophets, all your eyes watching. You were a road, a river; now you’re spindrift, washed up. Where everything, eventually, is finished. Boarded up. Abandoned. Your cities of ruin. Little […]
Pamela Lisa | HELD ME LIKE THE BABY I WAS
HELD ME LIKE THE BABY I WAS we smell the forest fragrance red and the trees healthy or they are rotting the land is tilled to grow poison now we are not close enough to the water or the river or the lake and we go to sleep heavy in little houses or they are […]