my father allowed me to fall in the hole
a cold peace
like a bomb i was taken good care of
at least until the moon
i have no shepherd like you
my mother milks like a cow
a creep upon that golden arch
made by sin in falling
where are you tonight?
a cold and distant whisper
if not human
By nlmacnamara
the anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human"... More