Stones
The chains embedded, screwed through flesh into boneBolted to limbs, deep in the marrow, each riveted to its own stone The friction
The chains embedded, screwed through flesh into boneBolted to limbs, deep in the marrow, each riveted to its own stone The friction
How fertile is your fieldmeans little to the bullyou keep feeding him, taking shithe makes sure the field is full the cows
In the air, petrichor an ancient scent I’ve smelled before brings in memories of downpours past quenching the desert that drinks deep
Facebook is getting cuntier with it’s community guidelines and selective Fucking, so I’ll be posting here more!
There comes a time when you will calculate your ability to afford the life you will have to pay to save. The