Box Breathing

I am a stuffed ghost
Without natural breath
I work on box breathing

I am a scarecrow
See me waste throughout the season
See my headpiece fritter away

Murders of crows blacken the sky
Hear the caw caw cackles
See the darkness alight

Smell the awful offal
I work my box breathing
I can’t breathe

What I’m Reading:

“Bringing children into this apocalypse is selfish and unethical.”

— Charlotte McConaghy / Wild Dark Shore