Calloused hands work on the temple walls attempting to soothe the spirit within. Thrashing more and more as the sun…
In the silent, stirring, woods, Where squirrels store snacks Scavenged from spiny shrubs Stability is secured. ‘Till tuesday told a…
Is now the day for her eternal sleep? Must fate find her quaking at the footsteps of her fears? …
I keep it strapped, taped, sealed The tightest it can be Until its polished edges are digging Digging deep into…