agnate
the ground on which you stand is firm it’s only memory shifts the world and memory is mine to fling loose unremembered fulcrum so do it again just like […]
All the little lines
She held her breath, pressed her palm to the window’s glass as the headstones raced away, and then spoke into exhalation as the scenery changed, “Don’t bury me.” Accustomed […]
wake
it’s difficult to know anyone exists dressed in wanting but her small cold undoings these lies of yours make a river her fingers bare and loose trail in the […]