Only shadow remains
as I slip away from myself,
carving new forms
out of old bones,
eager for other arousals
to press through the restless.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Based on a Twitter poetry prompt from #WrittenRiver
Between the lines and through the lens…
Only shadow remains
as I slip away from myself,
carving new forms
out of old bones,
eager for other arousals
to press through the restless.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Based on a Twitter poetry prompt from #WrittenRiver