Quiet Rests in Me
Taken down to the ruins Where silence begets silence. Death eases out of rusty sands. Oblivion cries wordless, Face pink, desperate, mad, Birthed in the cracks Of shattered stones. So here I take my rest, Plopped down amongst tearful Faces forgotten In mother earth’s curdled, Rotten breast. And in me Green tendrils Press behind my … More Quiet Rests in Me