The Pressing

[ghostofagypsy]

Fingers were pressed

into soft places

that cried out at the yielding

the indigo of the night

left bruises upon the pale moon

and the limbs of trees

were a gentler cage

than arms that held on too long

Comments

[ka_eul_234]

The images are haunting and emotive.

Honest and beautiful piece, Clancy. ❤️