11-15-2022, 03:02 AM
Sunlight brushes along the
sore rifts on my back,
bastering them like a turkey.
My soles stick up from the sand
as I watch large doughy clouds
roll in from the north.
Just then,
a cold Siberian wind
whispers in my ear.
sore rifts on my back,
bastering them like a turkey.
My soles stick up from the sand
as I watch large doughy clouds
roll in from the north.
Just then,
a cold Siberian wind
whispers in my ear.