These small mercies
ought to leaven the days,
I know.
But the dustbin of me,
now,
runs on fumes
and sees its own dryness.
Double-dares the Devil
in all of his highness.
***
Image credit: pixel2013 | Pixabay
These small mercies
ought to leaven the days,
I know.
But the dustbin of me,
now,
runs on fumes
and sees its own dryness.
Double-dares the Devil
in all of his highness.
***
Image credit: pixel2013 | Pixabay