3.11.19

r. miller Uncategorized March 11, 2019 1 Minute

Just how terrible is it?
The polished skulls
in the bloodstream slowly open
their mouths to unleash
their harmony. Now

I’m restless, reckless,
a singularity.
Sudden clarity
ruptures red.
A kind of gravity.

-r. miller

Published by r. miller

I'm a fan of beards, cardigan sweaters, and good weed. Sometimes I write, and sometimes, people enjoy it. View all posts by r. miller

Published March 11, 2019

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