a streaky river (for my face)

every tearis weptin black and tearsthere areso many cried dry there is an absencehereof water dayis nightthe nightis dayrunning redin anger standand watch that is allthat we can bringourselvesto do for the skyis raining fireand the earthbeneath our feethas sacrificedall that it hadin vapour green there is no green no moreonly this dustthat wasa forest … Continue reading a streaky river (for my face)