"I want moonlight to seep through my fragile skin"
and sea to follow, the salt rubbing my insides clean, pink, remove what is dead
and followed by summer rain, to help grow a tougher skin, so next time I won't break as easily, poison as swiftly.
I want to only breathe stardust, clog my lungs with celestial dust bunnies.
If it's okay, I will only walk in leftover pools of sun. I will only exist in beauty, fill all my pores and arteries with what is worshipped.
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Eventide
Poésiea little collection of the poems and prose that stuck, the ones I can't un-memorize. written at eventide. (Cover photo taken by me, please leave it where it is)
