Life, Cycles.
sometimes
The Shedding
leaves me mottled
and bleeding.
layers leave
gorged valleys
as bullet holes
a fresh flesh
My Holy, mine.
raw air gurgles
an endless sinking suck
as new birth cycles
my tender nascent
bloods.
by Tony Searl
The Shedding
leaves me mottled
and bleeding.
layers leave
gorged valleys
as bullet holes
a fresh flesh
My Holy, mine.
raw air gurgles
an endless sinking suck
as new birth cycles
my tender nascent
bloods.
by Tony Searl