Water Glass Moth – Luke Otley (My Troubled Mind)

You cling to my finger like a newborn.The same weight that clogged your engines and draggedyou down to drown now bucklesyou tight to the safety raft.The irony is not lost on me. I slide you off onto the windowsill, the suncrashes in like the lord and saviour through stained-glassand you rest there, antennas crooked eitherContinue reading “Water Glass Moth – Luke Otley (My Troubled Mind)”