Sun bleached bones and
Black stained springs
Who's the need for pretty things
When summers breeze blows cold
Brisk in mind and bold of soul
The dark earth will swallow
Yawn her mouth wide
Take all that you love someplace
Deep inside
Her innards are cold and twisted
Nothing returns unchanged
What goes in mayn't be seen again
YOU ARE READING
Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
