Rodeo

Playing around. 

But because I write here's a lil something to go with this piece.

"Jaw to soil, she sways like a sin;
moon blistering open above her,
hooves damp with the ache of remembering
what even the wind won’t speak."

Playing around. 

But because I write here's a lil something to go with this piece.

"Jaw to soil, she sways like a sin;
moon blistering open above her,
hooves damp with the ache of remembering
what even the wind won’t speak."

https://rodeo.club/post/0x329862645c8237f030179A55deF2c0e193aaE765/2