Author Information
Spun
Folder:
A Little Black Book
There is nothing quite like regret
a sun that never sets
and blue eyes that shatter the ground
Elongate for you
four moons to get a clue
And wings that can never be found
With each string gets bigger
full form and open figure
and held tightly to it’s many strands
A web built for you
The strangle of wide blues
and life sucked out from your filthy hands
