We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
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offer on the table
Here’s the offer: I swallow the bomb of my trauma and it keeps me silent unless I spew it. Mouth full of metal, peanut butter on the roof of my fridge, I won’t take the deal cuz I know you never had to bleed like the moon for a miracle, never wore so many scars…
sieve river
The river the sea god led me to wound through a busy city, so no one noticed one more dripping wet lad swimming around
go when you feel alone
Where do you go when you feel alone? I go to another page, spitballing ideas like something profound will come out of it. Nothing changes, you know that. Things change. Of course they do. They change so much that they tornado into cycles. Rinse, repeat, here we go again. But you’re rarely around for the…
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Jordyn Saelor 