Hide 'n Seek
i mark the page
as if language
could quiet the breathing,
hide us from harvest,
from the wolves
drawn to our soft
and moving flesh
posted by Iudex Yasha at 1:25 PM
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
i mark the page
as if language
could quiet the breathing,
hide us from harvest,
from the wolves
drawn to our soft
and moving flesh
posted by Iudex Yasha at 1:25 PM
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