Low Things

Low things waiting in the back of the room where the morning’s always dark and there’s shadows on the moon and you could scream and it’d only sound like howling wind through branches and you could flee but you’d only get lost and break down, break down, break down all alone with a hungry wolf watching you stalking you tossing through the long grass coughing through fits of jealousy telling me it’s no use there’s nothing better to choose than low things waiting with gold rings waiting in the temporary peace of the back of the room.


~ by perfectionatrix on February 29, 2016.

One Response to “Low Things”

  1. The best words I traded today 🙂

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