the tempest

where is my Queen Leah now i am forsaken it is possible that the stars and moon and shapes of the world are behind the pine trees and the old oak in vines and the dogwoods are sleeping in the dark too somebody let off a stream of fireworks sizzling and popping that stopped at […]

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underwater filmica

Since the Presidential Elections, I’ve been in hiding. It feels as though I’ll be shot in the back or on my knees me watching the gun against my head go off and that’s all I have ever written, baby girl. To overcompensate (because I share¬†biomarking familial lineage of OCD), my step counting is near perfection. […]

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