Quiet.
Midnight flights glowing.
Drowning in my thoughts,
I kicked the pill away,
shot it to nowhere land.
It was the darkest night.
The old moon was not right.
I made a wish regardless,
negligent of the dawn,
when I read of my loss in the news.
S
Quiet.
Midnight flights glowing.
Drowning in my thoughts,
I kicked the pill away,
shot it to nowhere land.
It was the darkest night.
The old moon was not right.
I made a wish regardless,
negligent of the dawn,
when I read of my loss in the news.
S
“Reclining Woman” by Erich Heckel