[to jude, for the umbrella that has saved my life in the past]
my umbrella flew away in the fire-weather wind last night.
oh, god.
if only i had
anything to
keep me out
of the falling
chunks of burning
heart-flesh.
YOU ARE READING
visions
Poetrythe thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86
