It will end in tears by St. Koleva-Niavaah
Mabon
by Kayla Barker there are dead leaves sprouting from her amber spine, reaching with child-fingers to devour the sun. her skin is freezing, seeping winter through november pores. seeking warmth, the whiskey tongues of godless boys wish to decipher the atlas of her thighs. counting the sleepy fireflies alight in her lungs- there is a wanderlust churning & warming her frostbitten heartstrings. swinging pendulum hips, "I am the tease of autumn flames. I breathe in mint sunsets, & gasoline dreams." |
Witches Stone by Miss Grib
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