• benhurbedford 13w

    Not of its Length

    Life is short.
    Not of its length,
    But of its nature.
    Crippling fractures, that shadows.
    What the core of a rotten apple is.

    Life is short.
    Not of its length.
    But of my arm.
    Slipping away like a seed.
    Sucking the juice from a succulent, addiciting and life absorbing orange fruit.
    ©benhurbedford