Still

Yorke

 

Still born of the morning,

 

The life that escapes.

 

This free range organism,

 

unbranded, unlabelled.

 

But not unloved.

 

Expected then rejected.

 

This trickle of blood is an omen.

  • Author: Yorke (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 4th, 2017 09:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tony36

    Great write

    • Yorke

      Thank you

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • Augustus

        Conjures up some imagery. Enjoyed.

        • Yorke

          Thank you.



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