Jump to content

Recommended Posts

Gray grass takes root in the scalp of the earth. Pale moonlight casts a burnt shadow beyond your chapped fists.

The tired ground lifts you up just high enough to kiss nighttime with shredded palms rubbed raw from holding hands with rocks as if that'd crack the puzzle called "500 Pieces of Are You Alone In The Woods?"

  • Like 1

Share this post

Link to post
Share on other sites

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now