These barren fields, wolf-grey coats of bark and dust, coarse lines bleeding trails, idle in stillness, parsed, perched, widows of breath, brittle as ash in wind sit slack-jawed, cold, hinterlands of impervious past. Fields once green with…
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Chains Beneath The Fray
Blackwater rinses marrow from bone, skeletons wash ashore: backbones, ribcages, rubber cartilage calcified with salt, jellied with flesh, imprinted on wet sand — carrion for prey encircling above. Wind gales siphon squalls to mist, shipwrecks…