you call me on the phone it’s two of us / it’s two / in the morning. you wake up // coughing // from your grave, grasping for the // coffee // pot and drinking it straight. it goes straight through / your ribs, your bony scaffolding, pouring rich and dark into the freshly turned soil. (can we grow flowers together?) (ghostly teenage rebellion in the prettiest form) we sit together in your // coffin // and talk, talk, talk until your nightmares don’t wake you up anymore.
Leopold Crow (he/they) is a young trans artist from England who can generally be found talking about angels and The Owl House, making bad (fantastic) puns or doodling all over his schoolwork. More of his work can be found at https://leopold-crow.carrd.co