In Place
Looks up at the sky, tunnel vision. Back to the womb— stays put and builds a home. He’s eaten the earth, his tongue burnt of its core. In disguise, fortunes and smiles. It’s merely a plastic rose.
Looks up at the sky, tunnel vision. Back to the womb— stays put and builds a home. He’s eaten the earth, his tongue burnt of its core. In disguise, fortunes and smiles. It’s merely a plastic rose.
Just great
I like the taste of it, but I wish it had more courage. Finding it a bit too vague.