Winter Sports

Shadow Grey BURNING IN, BURNING IN, BURNING IN, BURNING IN, BURNING IN, BURNING IN No anchors. I was not seeking a blind spot in shadows of the wall, standing  on a hot, glistening, obsidian, wearing only death-gloves of pink body, the caked fronds of a fossil-name,  inviting the rain to wet the brown grass as tall as the fallen pride of [...]