The winter womb enshrined in me:
Closed it’s gnarled old hands,
Whispered to me dirty nothings
– Coffee soaked and stained.
Leaves fell all around my shoes,
Lost against the wind
And grass that grew
Began to blow
A lighter shade of brown.
The winter womb enshrined in me:
Closed it’s gnarled old hands,
Whispered to me dirty nothings
– Coffee soaked and stained.
Leaves fell all around my shoes,
Lost against the wind
And grass that grew
Began to blow
A lighter shade of brown.