Raped of my forever past I sought out the mother who had me. In thick bushland I staggered towards a hunter’s Moon looming over a clear sky. Ripped pants scraping legs trampled on dead foliage. Tree of my forever past show me the way. Its bent branches burned retinas gloomy watering salty tears. Javid I may have found you but we will be a gone runner tomorrow morning.
Slow grinding teeth it’s a cruel disturbance. A flurry of birds gliding over the way water in October.