#24.07.2009

[seanslaters]

2009 v 2022 (x)

[charitydingle]

I can’t do this by myself, can I? No. I’m so tired, Mum. I’m so tired.

[reworkingsofatiredmind]

Strewn Hair

The rain continues pouring, damping our strewn hair and gagging our mouths in the wind. Dew falls silently in the darkening shadows of night. Congealed light splatters wall-to-wall against the velvet sky. My eyes glaze in attentive stare. The rugged breasts of ancient oaks stand tall like gnarled wooden graves. My dishevelled gown hangs cold, limp, no life against my running cheeks. Quickened step,  one, two,  and homeward bound I find my way to sleep.