Jan 7th 26
The dark isn't always scary.
Sometimes it swims in me
the way oil swims in light,
or crows singing and dancing
in the pitch gray navy of night,
beaded eyes all seeing and
feathers rolling like a coin
betwixt smoky fingers
The dark isn't always scary.
Sometimes it swims in me
the way oil swims in light,
or crows singing and dancing
in the pitch gray navy of night,
beaded eyes all seeing and
feathers rolling like a coin
betwixt smoky fingers