These aren't ancient texts, they're cries for help.
Sticky violet juice sprinkles her
cream wrists as she
holds the gems
too tightly.
There was too much blood on the day I was born. An invitation, an opportunity for an untimely death.
Gently we move together
we are a united soul
life is surging through us!
Our dog finds a newborn squirrel.Brings it to me held in his mouthundamaged, dewy, breathing.Logan gently relents,drops the wet younglingin...
Without intending to be nostalgic for a time that isn’t mine
With the fluorescents dimmed and the streets tamed, our eyes meet
