Monthly Archives: April 2020

distilled

distilled my being becoming bone, i move more slowly with age, the unsure structure teeters more often, creaking articulates shuffling clumsy in pained remembrance of supple and sleek and swift. the white frame, readying to dust, ash. draped in gaunt … Continue reading

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