Tears and tickets
Their ticket to leave was their hollow eyes, shrapnel, a toddlers coffin and the black milk served at dusk They left with passports signed by muzzle flames and rape. They […]
Daily Archives: January 4, 2018
Windflowers
How the wayward wind is let || to whirl your golden hair When not even moon can move you || I´m a mortal to your gaze You’re its raven — […]
