We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
Recent
meet
I built a house of burnt logs in the remnants of the town and every night I went to the lake to try to make up runes for chasing and hurting,
duel of my bleed
In the duel of the creed, may this dance be our seed, if it’s cruel take the deed make a stance, stop the bleed; hold the distance, grow an ash tree take a moonshot, steal the sunbeam, like a fool in the sea under blue silent scream needed rue just to breathe lungs all glued…
with the water/moon
In the rains, what do dracans do? They open their mouths and drink
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Jordyn Saelor 