Dual forming on slopes of darker minds. Succulent nodes of effervescent whispers, whispering Oh! Blood clots bending in unison to sharp solstices.   Dig and reap tomorrow’s regrets, piled on like love you thought was comfortable.   Comfort is a guard you let loose, let down and found judgments – platters to be served and … Continue reading Walkways. A Poem by Allison Grayhurst