billyfivecrows

Moonlight in wet grass, a few
Wild wells of blood.

She turned to him and polished the panes of his name.

"There is a bridge in the cupboard. I hid it for you

Should you need to ever go..."



In the harbor, a clever mud dries slowly. Dampness.

Soiled heart suffers, sand to sand.

Stones in the oven. A coven

Of trees, orderly in slowly spell:


"Take all the time you need..."