Sep 2019
when the tender stems
of light reach out,
they slide beneath my door
and pull me through—
and as the tendrils
dance in their own silhouette,
they tell my story
written in flame.
of light reach out,
they slide beneath my door
and pull me through—
and as the tendrils
dance in their own silhouette,
they tell my story
written in flame.
light imagery i’m tryna play with
