Tundras of Tears
“Tundras of tears poured conflagrating inward. Where outside of my eyes, a frosted window, a cat’s tail and marble as my footing. I have turned the orange light to blues and in so doing have turned my eyes ephemerally to flora.” Pulling herself from the water, her stories all dripping from her skin, plopped upon her every step; her palm to page is the rock she’s propped upon as chapters…
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