A ring of crickets rousts me from dreams of thigh muscle building. 5 am sunshine grey winks its way under door cracks. Two voices tremble eastern and western shores. Grief spills drown survival desire. Wings burn into sky. I continue to plead.
A ring of crickets rousts me from dreams of thigh muscle building. 5 am sunshine grey winks its way under door cracks. Two voices tremble eastern and western shores. Grief spills drown survival desire. Wings burn into sky. I continue to plead.