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“No Sun Tonight but it Burns”

She sobs until the hallway is wet
Blood clots around the Sun in such a way
that it …

Silk Hands Without Fingers 2/18

Touch me and die.

One hundred little deaths convulse in a circle 

The cycle of this …

Floods and Wet Moons

Blood, water, and moon milk stained the evening metallic,
so in the circumference of silver, burning …