poem: i taste Fate / a Fate worse than death

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





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