watching your hands where one day i will tangle them in conclusion i disassemble an apple knowing i have briefly bested death paring skin from fiber unmasked flesh of promises small parcels cast from me tumble peel and drop giving ground does it matter very much now our names said as we slept will it change the pulsing heart at my window drifting past
Will D. is a nurse, drifting southeasterly. Previous works in Southchild Lit, Twin Pies Lit and Dreams Walking. Further scribblings @ByThisWillAlone.
