Withering With You
Your skin is a map
holding an endless
field of wildflowers;
each with a name
and a story buried
within its roots.
I planted compass
roses in your eyes,
navigating in circles,
along the path of
dying...
holding an endless
field of wildflowers;
each with a name
and a story buried
within its roots.
I planted compass
roses in your eyes,
navigating in circles,
along the path of
dying...