it's wind that brought the winged shell
in gibbeted room
his flight night
more than full
up in a cup
to the open door sky
I knew that roach, that wind, the fear,
and inside cleared room for it.
Roaches don't like light.
Shine.
in gibbeted room
his flight night
more than full
up in a cup
to the open door sky
I knew that roach, that wind, the fear,
and inside cleared room for it.
Roaches don't like light.
Shine.