mortality cartographer (beeooll) wrote,
mortality cartographer
beeooll

black silver

stainless steel words and notes
melting through wrists
before finding hands
thoughts like a herd of pastured black horses
spooked
chasing wind against midnight
the stream forked but flowing
premature trails
finding new path
eroding into comfort
carving a new rut to eventually break out of
(again)
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