Bone Soaked

I am bone soaked
exhaustion of the well;

teeth-ground
doubling down
all or all
no turning.

I am bone soaked
drifting down forward

night’s grief
walking frays
twinkle-eyed
portrait parched.

I am bone soaked;
softly kiss my soul.
CKS

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

Connie Karleta Sales

artist, poet, educator, public speaker and thriver! Smiles and unpaved roads are the way I roll :D