Goodnight, cruel world, I am but a phantom on a Lonely sea. I know Nothing but the joy Of rot and the growth of me. If I woke up tomorrow Without any sorrows, I wouldn’t quite know how to be. I will not drown, I only wish to be lulled To sleep by the wailing […]
A seasonal return of a pudgy ally, filling from summer for sickle come fall, and I am harvested, heralding death to reap her profits, and seed the rebirth of another ripening year.