| Dry thorns like a camp of crusaders limbs slashed only the points of blades the jutting of helmets– in the rooms blinds are drawn women tear their flesh off tan bodies– jasmine scents, wild-leaved tendrils and the exhalation of the well in the orchard a million years ago. Blinds are drawn. |
Summer
by ZeekFiction
July 1, 2006
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