I tried
to water
flowers
in the cavity of your chest.
I failed
to find surcease
or peace
No nourishment for my atrophied roots.
You know
all the rest
by now
The barren soil we had
sold out in one breath.
Now is the winter of our discontent
I tried
to water
flowers
in the cavity of your chest.
I failed
to find surcease
or peace
No nourishment for my atrophied roots.
You know
all the rest
by now
The barren soil we had
sold out in one breath.