A dystopian poem, based upon a dream about living in a post apocalyptic world, about survival amidst deep trauma...
16 Oct 2019 1 minute read 0 comments (S)llew la Wulf
DARK FRUITS Fulsome, the 4 limbed urchin nymph Waits... Breath is still The air stale She chews on bark She marks her trail She is nature And It is she Dark fruits grow heavy In this dying tree Her limbs are strong, sleek Supple Her breasts hang low...