10-05-2014, 04:31 AM
I live in a wreckless void where
faces grow on trees.
And down where
the roots eat soil
In my mind, I bury my toes in
her cool blackened earth.
Smelling the fragrant dirt where
autumns sweet apples are
churned and displayedÂ
like a promise of something true.
faces grow on trees.
And down where
the roots eat soil
In my mind, I bury my toes in
her cool blackened earth.
Smelling the fragrant dirt where
autumns sweet apples are
churned and displayedÂ
like a promise of something true.

