Monday, 6 December 2021

today under the mountains, 

my world is rain and sleet.

peachy nude lipstick

mascara, liner and eyebrow gel run waste like hill-sludge

hands that touch me in promise

promise only breaking away....

songs find hard to take root in this winter-world

i was used to being a lonely planet

now in this lonely universe, I'm taking baby steps 

away from

retreating stars....





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