It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.
something
for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about...
whatever
I am below everything.
