Status: complete

Stokkseyri

Break Break Break

I rock, I cry, you are gone, you are gone, you are dispersed in a cloud of Aerogard, I am a meal for the flies. It is visceral and raw, it is bright bright red, it is seeping. I see you in every pane of glass.

My sweet boy you are everywhere, I run to you in every moment, you are in every breath and every ray of sun, you are the parting clouds and the driving rain, I run to you I run to you across a field I run, across a stream, over and over again, my feet pounding on cobblestones I run to you, and over and over again I