dark, cold vast, alone
cast out into being
beyond foreseeing
the scars I weather
appear aged, but
wounds layered
never healed
lying on a bed of razors
contemplating, blood
the tears shed red.
6/1/22 - Andy McRae
dark, cold vast, alone
cast out into being
beyond foreseeing
the scars I weather
appear aged, but
wounds layered
never healed
lying on a bed of razors
contemplating, blood
the tears shed red.
6/1/22 - Andy McRae