“
tonight the backyard is brutal
in its twilit emptiness
& I have put my lips
on the glass of his face again
so I won't be lonely
& I have dressed to please him
because it's too quiet here
my hand alive in the cage of his
an actual dandelion in the grass
beside his sandal
the mosquitoes grazing our ankles
we should go inside he says
as the pitchblack comes on again like arsenic
over the glowing lawn
...more
”
― The Last Usable Hour
― The Last Usable Hour
“
The pride that usually protected her like a well-worn shawl scratched at her deceptively sensitive skin. It felt as though with age, the knots of its knit grew tighter and stronger, yet the edges ever frayed.
”
― The Paragon
― The Paragon
