And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. - Anais Nin
Monday, August 6, 2012
Nightshade
The breeze touches the nape of a naked neck An anaconda swims around fresh meat A fly lays eggs inside infected slashes A twitching beetle sits on diluted blood The drums beat murder The moon doesn’t shine through the trees