Roots shaped like wheels bound in some kind of solid ground and a vague direction. Creeping north. North where rain
By Kacy Walterabout a month ago in Poets
Dear Moon, It seems as though days have passed yet the sun has not moved. The snow is now thick upon the ground, my feet are wet and have long since frozen, but I slog through it none the less.
By Kacy Walter2 months ago in Poets
The creature of me hunts at night eyes to the sky, ears to the ground, her hands dig deep into roots full of stone.
