#skilled thoughts

[honest-inks]

Days

Still stuck somewhere between Wanting to shrink until my bones Are dead branches in Winter And wanting to adore every inch Of my soft Spring flesh.

[enfantpathetique]

We rode through the fields and the woods In a steel snake And as the pale sunlight shone in the east In its dying days And the Universe reflected on the ground I felt them sing Above the rattling they were harmonizing They called to me, they soothed me

I remembered why I am witch in a godless world