just me, myself and i alone, nose to the stone til nothing’s left. i have my health, this orange cream scone, these aging bones, yet still bereft.
Tag: Health
Chromatics
rosacea blush – erupting deep sherbet upon a ceaseless sea of cyanosis – jaundiced pendant paces heavenward overhanging vitiligo plains – melasmatic outgrowths amidst argyriatic shores shimmering with unseen life – what can you tell from the pigment of one’s spirit – is it colored in the heat of life or withering in mud thick…