ˈnītˌme(ə)rs
ˈnītˌme(ə)rs
CA$250.00
ˈnītˌme(ə)rs (nightmares)
Scrambling to reach your hand
It has drifted too far from mine
I fear that I am falling behind
Slipping through the cracks in our story
This nightmare has just begun
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run.
- Emily Minor
9in x 12in
Ink on wooden panel