i am so sick of falling asleep with a vision / surreal as a kiss from a crush / i lick violent violet frosting / i bask in the glow of july / try to cup it in the palm of my hand / it disappears /
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gag on sequins
a mess of poetry & prose © 2023
cracking my skull to pour in the eggs - i bake something from this love & ache
RUSTED MACHETES
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plucking roses from the dents in the wall
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bloodied hands reaching out , oblivion a sojourn © 2021
poetry & prose