COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
Iris in the End
never made to win.
the lake departed,
and in the creek we are forgotten.
it's difficult not to give up
after such a bloody battle.
take the cap off the bottle
and
leave her body in the snow...
bracelets still on her wrist.
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