That Limbo You Get at Night
The dim sliver of the crescent Softly cuts the ceiling in slices The crackling static of the black greyness Noiselessly envelopes. Cradling us in an isolating shroud – Hannah Burns
03/22: Open
The dim sliver of the crescent Softly cuts the ceiling in slices The crackling static of the black greyness Noiselessly envelopes. Cradling us in an isolating shroud – Hannah Burns