fever dream.the old man by Indigo Tempestarest inside my old coat-womb under the snow as i, grey and hungry, present myself to the hunters for the knife. look up
into the pines at night, hear the breaking and shattering - for you. through my transparent skin a good view of they who raise the spears above you,
small, cowering body. shiver in a moment of rest; and prepare yourself. the snow is corpse-cold. 05/14/2005 Posted on 05/14/2005 Copyright © 2024 Indigo Tempesta
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