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flow to flow
Posted on April 9, 2017
Musical notes, black bars, surround soundeed, trapped in your song. Inhaling your sweetest lyrics, and feeling your words drip down into my lungs. I don’t exhale, I want the words to remain and percolate throughout my body. That’s how rivers are born.
loss
Posted on January 3, 2017
dark repugnant thoughts are the noose from which an angel hangs herself in the red closet of my heart
Skies of S(k)in
Posted on January 2, 2009 Leave a Comment
Last night, my body was the sky. I felt sizzling stars glowing underneath my skin, shining starlight through my pores, one of my pupils was the sun and the other was the moon. The emboldened sun raged with flames and rays, sending its light down my body, illuminating its side of my face and body, […]