wreckless

[cidermaid]

Hi Poe, I know this is not really a crit section, but i've left a few thoughts for you to take or leave as you see fit.

I live in a wreckless void where
faces grow on trees.   Not a fan of the first line but likes the second very much.
And down where
the roots eat soil
In my mind, I bury my toes in
her cool blackened earth.   think perhaps you could contract this a little ; just a suggestion I think my toes into her / the coal blackened soil.
Smelling the fragrant dirt where
autumns sweet apples are
churned and displayed 
like a promise of something true.   Love the organic overtones of the last few lines.

Thanks for the read  AJ.