Los’

Brawling vet.

Sweat, breath, blood,

Bear the placenta.

Oh, sunken eye, hard cheeks and rugged jaws.

Grow pain,

Pensive lines and darkening dimples.

The road slams at you and all the ways scatter – fizzzle sparkle – into the ether,

From whence you came,

The sister to that which made you undone.

2 thoughts on “Los’

  1. wow–your writing style never ceases to amaze me. you write with depth, from pure, raw emotion, and the end result is still somehow intelligently worded and perfectly comprehensible. fantastic piece xx

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