what now moves the mouth of her to speak? giving of weight, unloosening like a child from a mother's
arms and assumes the back of mirrors. giving
as in giving way to salt of sea and coming back with
heaviness of a wave, lapping the abyss is what this ripe blade pushes into her skin when all move
but stray, foreshortening distance like a bullet unwound from a marvelous catch then
prides herself dumb from all contention, aching to part twilight are hands, reaching for sibilant days or simply her once perfume all the world knows.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
what now moves the mouth of her to speak? giving of weight, unloosening like a child from a mother's
arms and assumes the back of mirrors. giving
as in giving way to salt of sea and coming back with
heaviness of a wave, lapping the abyss is what this ripe blade pushes into her skin when all move
but stray, foreshortening distance like a bullet unwound from a marvelous catch then
prides herself dumb from all contention, aching to part twilight are hands, reaching for sibilant days or simply her once perfume all the world knows.
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