Lie right down the middle of the day. One church bell for every ring of breath, like a slow tree. Injured, she crawls to a lair of savage peace, beyond the bellringers.
Above a quiet pool of eyes, a humming bird feeds from the cracks.
Lie right down the middle of the day. One church bell for every ring of breath, like a slow tree. Injured, she crawls to a lair of savage peace, beyond the bellringers.
Above a quiet pool of eyes, a humming bird feeds from the cracks.