remove thy blackened fingertips;
Mother of Haze I rebuke thee.
groping through the fog,
thy flushed hands outstretched,
bearing thou gums and the whites
of thine eyes. stumble no longer,
I entreat thee to caress thyself;
remember, thou art found.
Jul 28, 2022
Jul 28, 2022 at 4:57 PM UTC
remove thy blackened fingertips;
Mother of Haze I rebuke thee.
groping through the fog,
thy flushed hands outstretched,
bearing thou gums and the whites
of thine eyes. stumble no longer,
I entreat thee to caress thyself;
remember, thou art found.