–
Today is an endless field
Of mud and broken stone.
Beneath an uncaring sky,
I am alone.
In my hand a jagged flint
Wet with blood and dew.
I think I killed my final friend.
I think she killed me too.
–
Today is an endless field
Of mud and broken stone.
Beneath an uncaring sky,
I am alone.
In my hand a jagged flint
Wet with blood and dew.
I think I killed my final friend.
I think she killed me too.