The Soft Bloom Of A Dying Pinwheel

She was broken silver Unwound and unraveled She followed the shadows Of ungranted wishes Wind comes Leaving half torn Remnants of color A pinwheel once moved By breath Sometimes death Becomes a beautiful life Lifting her to the other side Where madness turns To twisted smiles I watch her worry She is churning The what … Continue reading The Soft Bloom Of A Dying Pinwheel