Look between the indentations of
skin that has aged through...

The fire of the autumn sun
burns against the grain...

Wandering fae dances with the leaves
in her hair and moonstone reflecting...

Legs tangled together
like outstretched branches of a tree...

We eat cherries together,
squatting like birds among the branches...

Feathers dance among the dirt
a decaying night of faithless words...

Like a shard of wood has ruptured something
already crippled inside me, I feel a kind of...

A skelf pierces my brittle skin as we sit
cross-legged on the corroded floorboards...

Astute and aware, he stood
glaring at the morning sun, like...

I think she's changing with the sunlight,
I think tomorrow's bringing a new dawn...

Tomorrow i might wake up and the sky will be blue
but the roads will be tired, sleeping, goodnight...

The clock on the mantelpiece stopped
keeping a steady time...