Give Them Time
There’s something terrible
hiding in your frigid face
behind seas of blue, red, black, white.
A wicked presence seeps through
your candied apple skin.
They’ll know who you are.
Give them time
to break through the branches.
Give them time.
hiding in your frigid face
behind seas of blue, red, black, white.
A wicked presence seeps through
your candied apple skin.
They’ll know who you are.
Give them time
to break through the branches.
Give them time.