the moon is rotting,
my hands are not my own
my blood is howling
(treetops glow silver)
if you ever make a book of your poetry (i'd be in heaven if that happened) this should be on page 394
this kind of scares me
Oh wow, this is an interesting style of free verse.
your work is always a joy to read.
short but very beautiful :,)
Short but powerfull, well done!
Gripping and beautiful!