So we were processed through grey Lancastrian streets, the banality of life continuing without any respect for our appalling secret. Ahead she lay, still, her gaunt body empty of fight, her skin like marble, her hair soft and brown. We crawled between desolate graves of lonely people, neglected, belonging to no-one, the snow still lying.…
Tag: abandonment
There
In a corner of a secret garden where the viscaria and and honeysuckle once bathed their beautiful, delicate flowers in the summer breeze,
Unwrapping The World 