Metaxourgeio, April 2014
From the dusty May sun her looming shadow grows
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote
She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun
And when I touched her skin my fingers ran with blood
~ The Handsome Family, "Far from any road"
Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote
She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun
And when I touched her skin my fingers ran with blood
~ The Handsome Family, "Far from any road"
