Bleeding cotton wings,
inanimate sting ray glides
through pinkened waters

I watch it floating
somewhere between porcelain
walls, endless escape

Wait for days
to minimize our mess…
Struggling sleep

About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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