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I have walked inside myself and found corridors that twist without end, where echoes do not die, they multiply. The eyes I carry belong to every gaze that…
The old barn on the outskirts of town has long been abandoned, but tonight light shines through the slats of its walls and the bustle of a small…
Content note: suicidal ideation Dear Laura, Do you think it is more unpleasant to/Would you rather burn to death or drown? Warm tendrils licking at your fingers, suckling…
I once watched water hold the sky with such tenderness I forgot its slow bruising drifting by, the fever rising in the clouds, the small tremble of dusk. …
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