
invited him in from the dreary weather but he brought the wind hissing through the emaciated pines which slithered under my skirts and rendered the events insensible and all was soon lost which abided just fine by me given the propensity for a life led scattered, often hopelessly shattered of which i endeavored to view in vain through little shiny prisms that only reflected further obfuscation.
5 comments:
YEAH!!
I am spellbound
My cup of tea
That poor boy is nekkid! Hope his cup is warm. ;-)
Good piece o' work.
Indeed. Such is the way of... hope?
Remnants of our animal instinct 'survival' sublimated...
Haunting; poignant!
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