snake – Jordyn Saelor

Gore Gone

Like my poems could carve out chunks of the universe and hand them to you on a platter, I keep hunting between these lines for more time, more light, another night

Is this too good to be true?

Placid river scene: Reed home, petrichor, gold leaves. What snakes stalk this blue? *** If you’d like to support my work, consider buying me a pizza!