A spiral never centred spinning out the night the pot that’s never fired wobbling left to right.
Tag: pottery
No Love Thrown.
though I was once the clay
and you were once the glue
this broken
ancient vessel
has fallen into two
A spiral never centred spinning out the night the pot that’s never fired wobbling left to right.
though I was once the clay
and you were once the glue
this broken
ancient vessel
has fallen into two