i carry around bones from a dug up grave. i hold onto the thorns of burial flowers. i trip on the words scattered from my own séance. pray tell, where do i lay these down to rest, if not inside me?
i seal them in the dark. i seal them shut.
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 1:54 AM UTC
i carry around bones from a dug up grave. i hold onto the thorns of burial flowers. i trip on the words scattered from my own séance. pray tell, where do i lay these down to rest, if not inside me?
i seal them in the dark. i seal them shut.
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