Hannah HinschApr 28, 20201 min readDusk: A PoemUpdated: May 1, 2020Hydrangeas against a crestfallen sky are Your bruiseswhere they touchedYou and made You bleedsalt-ichor.Blossoms roughenon the branchin all loveliness.
Hydrangeas against a crestfallen sky are Your bruiseswhere they touchedYou and made You bleedsalt-ichor.Blossoms roughenon the branchin all loveliness.