go back

wobbling on a fragmented spine
the snapping strings spilling out
fingers thumping in the distance

how the crows will croak
they're mimicking something
but i cannot hear it anymore

and it's so cold here
drool from when i was a baby
freeze over on my palms

fractal snowflakes kiss my neck
i hang amongst the trees
somewhere, water rushes down

(maybe it's a waterfall?)