Treasure
By Bonny Cassidy
Published 12 February 2021
He rose.
Time fell away
in strands. It had coloured
him, breathing
as he breathed, broken
in places like water.
His hips circled forward
a crowded horizon
its surface grazed.
Published 12 February 2021
He rose.
Time fell away
in strands. It had coloured
him, breathing
as he breathed, broken
in places like water.
His hips circled forward
a crowded horizon
its surface grazed.