Funnel Face


wool cocoon,

fold hooded head

coiled into room

waiting for

sundowns wisdom

and the choking solace

without resonance loud,

bitter eyes would

shed tears if seen

burning lips,

wishing for a moment

of flesh,

to savor and devour

in own lair

body sock

 

 

magpie tales statue stamp 185

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