// m //
they send us to our rooms. it is night.
the one monk had came back,
his hair disheveled and
a salty glaze covering his cheeks
and maybe i would have dismissed it,
had i not seen the drop of gray liquid
on the corner of his mouth
and was baptized in a river
// m //
they send us to our rooms. it is night.
the one monk had came back,
his hair disheveled and
a salty glaze covering his cheeks
and maybe i would have dismissed it,
had i not seen the drop of gray liquid
on the corner of his mouth