Author Information
untitled
something stumbles upon you
while laying in a field
hundreds of miles from home
in the middle of the night
and seems to understand
why you would be laying there
staring up at an eternal nothing of stars
because just maybe the feeling is mutual.
something stumbles upon you
while standing on a riverbank
hundreds of miles from home
in the middle of the night
and doesn't understand
why you would be standing there
staring down at the eternal nothing of your reflection
and to their surprise you fall
hard on your face in the water
before they can push you from behind
because just maybe the feeling is mutual
