the waves hiding
the stain in my star
newly fallen
to burn the forest
but wait there’s more
nonsense to chew
in the shadowy
corner wearing
a hood hand on
a bottle of pills
and years later
telling the story
you make it sound cute
Tag Archives: pills
light across the water claims no pills stick in that throat
snowflakes in the wind’s groan swallow pills one by one
quiet now with the new pills crushed velvet
a little dish for pills where no moss grows