Brittle
Fragile
her bones.
Ravaged like winter wood,
Drying out for spring
Warping, writhing
hollow, under the surface
We never knew
they’d snap.
Brittle
Fragile
her bones.
Ravaged like winter wood,
Drying out for spring
Warping, writhing
hollow, under the surface
We never knew
they’d snap.
Well written.