Arteries hang on vines of rust

Vocal chords made of sand & dust

Bones swept away like ash at the slightest touch


withers and sways and crumbles

As it must.

6 thoughts on “Withered

  1. Hi, you. I’m here because our mutual friend Lizzi told me that I’d appreciate your words, and I do. So glad to meet you and I look forward to getting to know you further.

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