little worm little love twisted and squinted eyes closed like wait, figure out this, figure this out, be good enough world, for me, be the rumors true, wet bark smell, powdered-sugar-butter scraps crumbed clean, fresh mopped floor gleaming ballroom wheat, some stolen sleep, bless yourself worthy,
these glacial eyes open.
be good enough world <3
ReplyDeletefeels like i'm going between the internal and external rapidly with all these evocative phrases
ReplyDeletefeel this so viscerally, a prayer
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