Jul 9
My chest laid bare
on the muddy soil—
my ribs, flowered open.
Despair, my canvas—
picked apart by scavenging savages.
Condemned to the deep,
my heart lay.
on the muddy soil—
my ribs, flowered open.
Despair, my canvas—
picked apart by scavenging savages.
Condemned to the deep,
my heart lay.
