Depleted, I can't give more than I have given. Can't be anymore than what I am given. Wasting limbs and sore thoughts, Encroaching demands and taxing expectations. Spending on that which never pays. Working on that which yields nothing. And somehow I'm told this the way things. Hi everyone. I just want to tell you … Continue reading Deplete
Month: September 2018
Rooted, Facing forward, growing backwards. Clockwise hunger From the gaping mouth. Of the blackening light and the veering soul. Concussed conscience. All the shimmering and whispering of a smouldering home and scything teeth. And there you watch as my skin melts into its pores.