Protection Spell
The early stages of a project in which silver and salt act as protective elements within their imagery, accompanied by tender sensations of touch and beautiful longing.
Dirty feet to the sky, flapping like one of my angels,
not quite imagining it is this sweet. Tender caress of
light in its dull coo where it lost me going someplace
warmer. it wants to cry more so the trees know they
are still alike. (WIP text obviously)