• hmg101p 22w

    Snakes are burrowing down the rabbit hole. Writing misery, and slandering songs. Age old tales of souls without a home. Eating their way through a darkness no one should ever roam. An intimate meeting, caused confusion in weird verse. Unsettled by the dusty flies, that hover on the back of a hurst. Dawn snags up old reality. Odd and writhing in the dirt; stoning eyes to mix those snakes with the earth...

    -HMG