The House That Swallowed Me! #WITWContest
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The house exhales in shadowed tongues
and snow falls like pressed petals on my hair.
I am a moth stitched to the marrow of paper,
a pulse behind the ink,
breathing in the black of someone else's eyes.
He waits where the cold licks the walls,
and I drink the dark like wine
until it feels like home.
Entry for #WITWContest
Prompt - Woke up in my own story
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