A maelstrom stirs
in her chest,
poorly born
concave shell.
Damn,
but this land’s
a swung
(sprung)
place
to watch lightning fingers
jigsaw the sky.
::
Quickly, day 25.
A maelstrom stirs
in her chest,
poorly born
concave shell.
Damn,
but this land’s
a swung
(sprung)
place
to watch lightning fingers
jigsaw the sky.
::
Quickly, day 25.
Damn. This is good!
“A maelstrom stirs
in her chest,
poorly born
concave shell. ” – excellent!
This makes me think of sick kids who can’t go outside but who can only watch through the window. It reminds me of The Secret Garden.