XIV.
i look out my window to find giants roaming the earth.
one lifts the roof off my house.
he beckons me.
i watch from his shoulder as nature reclaims us.B
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fifteen (XV)
Poetryi prick my finger on a rose in my garden. my blood is not red. i take the wind caressing my face as a silent apology. cover art made by doradorapuff on tumblr. [2015] thank you to everyone who shared with me these short poems as they were published...
XIV.
XIV.
i look out my window to find giants roaming the earth.
one lifts the roof off my house.
he beckons me.
i watch from his shoulder as nature reclaims us.B