I don’t know if I fear death Itself by Waverly Vernon
“I used to walk beside it, / hand in hand, fed it / scraps from my plate…” – excerpt from I don’t know if I fear death Itself, poetry by Waverly Vernon #TheMetaworker
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“I used to walk beside it, / hand in hand, fed it / scraps from my plate…” – excerpt from I don’t know if I fear death Itself, poetry by Waverly Vernon #TheMetaworker
“Alone, he paces from room to room,/each room a cabinet of memories,/a diorama of another life.” – excerpt from The Inhabitant of the Tower by Taliesin Gore, featuring art by Cerid Jones #TheMetaworker #MetaworkerMonday