Bone tired, petal and stem
still crave the light.
The fug has muted us
putting aches where shines were
but the yearning for the thorn and burr
of every normal day persists
My skin is ready to be kissed
with burn and nettled rash again
to give me pause for actual thought
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 9:31 AM UTC
Bone tired, petal and stem
still crave the light.
The fug has muted us
putting aches where shines were
but the yearning for the thorn and burr
of every normal day persists
My skin is ready to be kissed
with burn and nettled rash again
to give me pause for actual thought
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