Sleeping outside
Sacrifice in the mud
To the vast insect swarm
That yearns for our blood
In the morning there’s only
A cold pile of bones
The bugs are still biting
Guess that’s just how it goes
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Sleeping outside
Sacrifice in the mud
To the vast insect swarm
That yearns for our blood
In the morning there’s only
A cold pile of bones
The bugs are still biting
Guess that’s just how it goes