underneath
the muddy
mellow surface
of the pond
a skull lies
jaw broken
shades of sage
tendrils
curled around
lime and
magenta
slender fish
dart around
empty eyes
what was
never a home
for a lonely
soul
makes an
abode
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
