PinnedOnce twirledinImogene’s NotebookI have carved the stones for veins of peacePoetryMay 271May 271
Once twirledDark modeI am in dark mode I have been in dark mode for so long That it became an oil-like sludge An invasive species A crusted tattoo.May 15May 15
Once twirledTo taste your own bloodTo taste your own blood sweet red and rich Leaking, hoarsly singing its crimson lamentMay 13May 13