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Dora
is on page 25 of 49
Cinder my bones like october cider,
so eager to be inside. Crumble me down to bramble
and brush me asidelike silk secrets.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
because I can't
bear the thought of leaving behind any semblance of myself
in the place that made me burrow.
— Jul 06, 2024 06:45AM
so eager to be inside. Crumble me down to bramble
and brush me asidelike silk secrets.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
because I can't
bear the thought of leaving behind any semblance of myself
in the place that made me burrow.
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Dora
is on page 28 of 49
We are olive branches, set afire.
We are cherry trees set ablaze. We are
here to witness it all.
We are splintered crucifixes, we are
bushy tailed, running through tree lines.
We are here as omens.
We are grave dirt, we are hand picked
wildflower bouquets resting on the mounds
of fresh earth. We are wise when we know to be.
— Jul 06, 2024 05:17PM
We are cherry trees set ablaze. We are
here to witness it all.
We are splintered crucifixes, we are
bushy tailed, running through tree lines.
We are here as omens.
We are grave dirt, we are hand picked
wildflower bouquets resting on the mounds
of fresh earth. We are wise when we know to be.
Dora
is on page 11 of 49
I want the real thing. That bottomless pit kind of devotion. That peach pit sweetness. That even the thought of its abscence feels like a tongue to a dagger. That longing, that yearning, that hunger for that something more.
— Jul 06, 2024 06:36AM
