eloping tears. filled with elephant skins,
just around the eyes.
the way he described me;
brought my bones backwards
and the shattered are now,
purposefully stacked.
it no longer is me, you see.
i am the
lowercase i in
omniscience.
blushing old bride
came for the nearing heights to wait on the toe of our left cornered kiss; remember the suction of our peace? how often does it forget? I a...
