Published by thursdayspoetry

It is familiar and its screaming my name. You know me too well, call me my name, maybe I’ll hear now. You said it’s deeper and I cannot see it.. please I’ll see, I beg not with my eyes but with my wings. My wings, my claws, my heart will call unto the deep, call me out and carry it. In between the lost and the cold, we were there, you said it. Breath, breath, breath to be what it must. View more posts