It’s amazing how much of a house you can see with the front door wide open Gaping like a toothless grin full of warm white light
By Michaela Taylor6 months ago in Poets
She follows me In the darkness Between tree branches As I drive along Glancing up Every moment To find her still Close behind me
When I die Do not bury me I do not wish for my bones to mix with the soil I do not care to sprout flowers and trees from my broken decayed pieces
