10/11/2017
Bloody indifference stains my shirt.
Nothing you say penetrates the void
that is my soul. In this very moment,
I am as hollow as a bird's bones.
A Bird's Bones
by Alex Hanna ·
InkwellSign inInkwellSign inby Alex Hanna ·
10/11/2017
Bloody indifference stains my shirt.
Nothing you say penetrates the void
that is my soul. In this very moment,
I am as hollow as a bird's bones.