Flesh Wound
the barest nick where smoothness used to slide where waves now emanate lick soft sounds along the day an almost-pain as meditation a tiny chime within the body the faintest call from some abyss I can’t make out but can’t dismiss
the barest nick where smoothness used to slide where waves now emanate lick soft sounds along the day an almost-pain as meditation a tiny chime within the body the faintest call from some abyss I can’t make out but can’t dismiss