Spackle, Vancouver
little more than
love bites
Forward coldness we wonder
trees
under frost-chilled moon
their reflections Glitter
their reflections Glitter
I am
Not home,
I am
Not alive,
Not alive,
the equation
questions
failed attempts.
failed attempts.
No Responses
I awake another day
Waiting for miracles to come
I awake another day
Waiting for miracles to come