surrealist surrender — Day 2
a season of gaping wounds cotton on the tongue with closed eyes long winding ripples of regret the soft screams of surrender digging out the soul with bloodied hands an […]
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a season of gaping wounds cotton on the tongue with closed eyes long winding ripples of regret the soft screams of surrender digging out the soul with bloodied hands an […]
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two feet carried me further and further awayaway from him, from memories, from myselftwo feet carried me to the banks of the riverriver of tears, rivers of fear, Tennessee
I want flesh-and-blood laughter; it’s all a matter of simple sentences, not convenience. I want long weekends and Wednesday nights, my teeth in the meat of him. I want to
tell me again about happiness I want to place your sentences on my tongue, savor the stops and understand touch from the non-physical plane, whisper the lines, harsher, softer, gravelly
a look back at day 1— 2021 watch a storm from afar, removed— watch as the wind whips up and chatters of birds break beaks. watch as the sound doubles
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