beauty is an accident in the day
borrowed with permission
borrowed with permission
a cataclysm
we are ones feasting on leftovers
mouths wide with awe
and appetence
as skin tightens on our tired flesh
we find brilliant secret plots
of resurrection
lining up
Grief has been crippling lately. Meditating at the altar in the middle of the night, seeing Scout and my mom side by side, I found fresh reg...
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