Burnt out

Burn out
harsh treatment redirected

tonight is tonight left forever

we make our pilgrimage a pilgrimage

(beating death)

mocking mother

with untitled castle

and the many parts that make up our bones

mere stones slapped together by weather

mere shapes designed with glory

my French counterpart (done) left me a selfish

FEMALE

bewildered with heart in sack

finished my

mix of tools for grandpa

to build fence with

to twist the wire and drive the posts