by Lauren Bledsoe
We dream of one desire
and sleep next to another-
just last night you asked me
what I was looking at
outside the window,
I said snow,
didn’t mention the black horse
running through it,
pulling the dark to pieces.
by Lauren Bledsoe
We dream of one desire
and sleep next to another-
just last night you asked me
what I was looking at
outside the window,
I said snow,
didn’t mention the black horse
running through it,
pulling the dark to pieces.