orchard_mint
Dripping wet and tangy, Are thee fingers dipped in dye. In cavern walls all-moldy, Men doth paint and leave to dry. Then men doth learn of fire, Of forge, of steel, of wheel, of words. Then ink doth dance on paper, "the pen is mightier tha…
Unearthed. Deprived of peace. My resting place disturbed by a gorging drill. My self awakened from slumber. An iron straw drinks and gulps our brethren; to chambers that further do us separation, spew and spit. I find myself boiled, cooked,…