[26 May 2021]
I am sinking in a bog, making snow angels.
Thick mud covers my ears, its brown filling my nostrils.
I accept.
Who would pull me out?
Who would complain I'm muddy?
Why deal?
[26 May 2021]
I am sinking in a bog, making snow angels.
Thick mud covers my ears, its brown filling my nostrils.
I accept.
Who would pull me out?
Who would complain I'm muddy?
Why deal?
