Tearing Down A Night poetry Old records and the sweet fresh air outside the danker atmospheres found elsewhere. And late we consume too late we consume teeth ripping in to the fleshy parts of you and I and you mostly. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
Goregeous.
I really got to sink my teeth into this one…
Thanks!