My toes carry the weight of my feet, My feet carry the weight of my ankles. My ankles carry the weight of my calve, My calf carries the weight of my knee,
By Bella Fulk6 years ago in Poets
Dim and dark drops of desire, Glitter up in the frothing gyre. I watch the colors combust and implode, I wonder when these salt grains will erode.
There is a consequence to a sigh, To which you cannot formulate a counter reply. Sentiment and reason seem to hold little meaning,
The forest was shrouded in moon drops, Golden for the sake of a bird’s blue egg. A crack from a twig or the indigo shell,