somewhere above and below and around
the world is Real and turning,
burning, living, and breathing
time is melting like sugar paper flowers on my tongue. on my life
i swear i am unfolding. the words aren’t flowing like i think they should be but on my
heart i place a hand and flinch at the
chill of the touch
but it’s enough to know
that it beats.
blessed am i
to bleed and
bay at the moon and hasten my breath
like all the rest.
– talia b. ; @raggedhearts