The words won’t slip out.
My legs twitch
with electricity
and my mind black as the deep blue.
I’ll fish and meditate
and search for a hook
but when nothing comes
all I have left is a defensive rotation between
force and small rests
-Saschia
The words won’t slip out.
My legs twitch
with electricity
and my mind black as the deep blue.
I’ll fish and meditate
and search for a hook
but when nothing comes
all I have left is a defensive rotation between
force and small rests
-Saschia