Riding bikes under black and white blanket of stars,
Between heaven and #folde, where our humanity scars
Rips marks in the fabric of night,
Ponies of words palter in #fright,
Perhaps this is love now
Or fear or disgust?
Or all three,
Conflictingly noted
Medley.

#9linepoem
#poem

Riding bikes under black and white blanket of scars,
Between heaven and #folde, where our humanity scars
Rips marks in the fabric of night,
Ponies of words palter in #fright
Perhaps this is love now
Or fear or disgust?
Or all three,
Conflictingly noted
Medley.

#9linepoem
#poem