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she is draped in a chemical heat a lace of carbon and ancient law she arches her spine toward a molten sun the frantic shorthand of the pulse thrives in the slip of the grip the anatomy is surrendering current to current, a tidal rush hunger not spoken but tasted you rewrite the fossilized rules of the ribcage she dissolves in a heavy bass the mind is a vanishing vapor in the desperate gravity of hips, a vibration claiming the earth you blunt your own edges the bruising and the bloom she dissolves in a drum-thrum mitochondrial Eve fractures into light saturated with the first fire you negotiate the song of blood between the skin and the kin the oldest gods are dancing no breath only the burn only the jagged, silver edge of a second stretched until it breaks you are no longer a name but the one who taught the flame how to breathe "I am the salt," she whispers, "and you are the tide."
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
I am the salt
she is draped in a chemical heat a lace of carbon and ancient law she arches her spine toward a molten sun the frantic shorthand of the pulse thrives in the slip of the grip the anatomy is surrendering current to current, a tidal rush hunger not spoken but tasted you rewrite the fossilized rules of the ribcage she dissolves in a heavy bass the mind is a vanishing vapor in the desperate gravity of hips, a vibration claiming the earth you blunt your own edges the bruising and the bloom she dissolves in a drum-thrum mitochondrial Eve fractures into light saturated with the first fire you negotiate the song of blood between the skin and the kin the oldest gods are dancing no breath only the burn only the jagged, silver edge of a second stretched until it breaks you are no longer a name but the one who taught the flame how to breathe "I am the salt," she whispers, "and you are the tide."
irinia
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
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