a vague passengerfrozen and muted, walls of icescreaming into song
mushy orange leavesa numbing feeling of dreadfilling the channel
Only a whisperMy heart was crying to sayOnly a whisper
crying for God’s lovethe sun seems a bright full moonthrough the wintery mist
why remain uncertainbehind the red curtainfearing the sunand freeze to cold despair sweet child, why foster frightor hold the need to hideand regret not having laid yourself bare i’ve seen your scenesa-trembling in bedwounded, soreall the times you suffered sinjust like in the war and the hours at your deskalone, kafkaëskthe crippling thoughtsof being less […]
Illustrated by Claire Whipple.
No! The pond is dryNo ducks come near to greet meNo water splashing