wretched

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the earth around my skin is more home than home could have ever been. my sinking fingertips cut and bleed into the soil, bleed into prayers that flash red on your face and… Continue reading

collapsing

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blinded and uncomfortable, once by lies and fear, now decrepit the stem running up my back and its wretched and cursed flower wilt sixfold ever since the thunder, the lightning that you unleashed… Continue reading

Time’s Fool by Ruth Pitter

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an analysis