Oh, I love the sentence
Silence spreads
like rust climbing
the anchor chain.
A kind of awkward feeling being described vividly.
I also love the first stanza: slices the night in two...you cut me-unfolding.
Oh, I love the sentence
Silence spreads
like rust climbing
the anchor chain.
A kind of awkward feeling being described vividly.
I also love the first stanza: slices the night in two...you cut me-unfolding.
RE: Internal Ocean (Original Poetry)