We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
Recent
in the garden crave
The creature carved fish skins off by sticking a foot inside its wide open beak. Therefore it couldn’t see me that well so I dug a shallow pit in the dirt with my paddle feet and drew oversized runes to start a fire
i miss (this)
Scuttle hug meet the rug hey how you doin’ down there? I miss the act of starting over like I had nothing to lose, no memories, no reputable ruse; instead I start over with all this baggage cuz I gotta know who i am after the rules and stories i used to be– i miss…
I’m afraid
Yes, the lake had fish. No, I couldn’t catch any. So after a dozen failed attempts at nabbing slick blue fins I just waited out the fire that burned the whole
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Jordyn Saelor 