Thoughtful Gay Oddysseys
I sit in the forest,
evening light scatters
under leaves,
frightened.
I can feel the little shadow,
the little me,
nearby.
I am stillness.
And they are detonation.
One thousand planets
crush their solar plexus
in a destructive symphony
of anguish.
With a deep breath,
I wait.
Crushed
Jan 07, 2025 - By Rebekah Wardell