A month of dark landscapes,
Dad-by-day they go by.
Nothing to look forward to,
Nothing calling out.
Gnashing, mindful teeth hunger for inspiration.
But nothing satisfies. Nothing helps.
Currently, the mind is blank.
Empty like a starving body.
Inner roses are stiff and dry.
Hang them upside down and keep them.
YOU ARE READING
Bitties
De TodoDon't remember what this was going to turn out as but I'm sure at one point it was cool.
