I found myself on a single timber bridge facing a tiger.
It did not move, nor waver its gaze. Its round black eyes were piercing my eyes.
I did not move. In the face of life or death, justice resurfaced, excoriating dead skins.
7.25.2019
Phoenix
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
I found myself on a single timber bridge facing a tiger.
It did not move, nor waver its gaze. Its round black eyes were piercing my eyes.
I did not move. In the face of life or death, justice resurfaced, excoriating dead skins.
7.25.2019
Ralph with Coffee 