beseech

Written by: Bozhidar Pangelov

i won’t come back

and the shadow of the horse does not
slide behind the soft clock
chtuck* here
chtuck here
i won’t come back

yes mem
in the air is spread
a sound and silence
and the built stays much

i won’t come back
for digging
the mall is digs
digging for a worm 

i won’t come back
please

* an author’s unique approach to resemble the clatter of hoofs