Random Unsorted Drafts / 25 January 2019

tears

my lips meet your bark; I lick against the strand

of innocence,

tumble; tumble; tumblring free; I too crave joy,

I join the queue; and wait; chewing bark and her

tears

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.