Day 327: Counting the Days
- ZJC
- Sep 12, 2020
- 1 min read
The scratches on the wall are increasing
Sharpening claws against the rock
For the moment when the earth breaks down
And the ceiling crumbles
And the the cozy little cave I crawled into
Is no more
The irony of sunshine scares my skin
But there is no going back
No hiding
The desert will be long
With, hopefully, a forest at the end

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