I peered down quizzically at the damp ground
Pulling sharply at a tuft of grass to see further
But it was tough and resilient, so much so
That I had to tear at it, ripping a fingernail in the process
Category: society
beauty and monstrum, Poetry by ANDRZEJ JASTRZĄB
in the arms of steel
rust
scaly sleep power
in a cage broken
sometimes
glass reflections
