pressing my shoulder
her hands cover my eyes
words hushed by my ear
yet this blind embrace
binds me, turning sour and curdles
bile and salt-sweat skin
white flecks of ash catch
the soot from a thousand fires
smoke hiding my tears
Writer
pressing my shoulder
her hands cover my eyes
words hushed by my ear
yet this blind embrace
binds me, turning sour and curdles
bile and salt-sweat skin
white flecks of ash catch
the soot from a thousand fires
smoke hiding my tears