| out in the wild the kingdom of worms spin in silence in separation and live to leave behind what’s become to them useless such as luxury begins and again becomes the meticulous work it took to shape a pattern out of patience wore down a continent’s grasses into paths and passed through dangerous terrain for what for something so indisputably beautiful you’d be willing to trade everything for it you’d be willing to go to war to wear it under your armor as close as anything might get to your heart, it’s hard to believe something so small so easy to kill for even less could produce this dress this red mess it makes of my senses Copyright © 2014 by Brian Russell. Used with permission of the author. |
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