Words on the wind. Whispers in the sand, they all tell me that my words will mean somethingto nobody. A reassurance in the form of a briar tree, long-felled by a rusty axe. Why rusty? I don’t know.When I think of violenceI think of the colour brown.I think of the taste of iron, the taste […]
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As You Roamed The Earth, You Felt The Drying Skin of Age Itself
it is the waking that is the hardest. the first step in sleep deprivation: you learn you miss dreaming of holes, the spaces between lines, the gap between the train and platform. you dream of ways in which to die, how the train brushes against your feet, the space just big enough for your thigh. […]
ugly stage 