a familiar womb-like warmth of pleasant-unpleasant darkness, as sleep floats to the scent of a salty melody: sodden soil, reminiscent of musk’s six feet under sweetness: solace, predictable and dependable.
Lying-in
Mia Pharaoh
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Again terrific imagery. I especially liked pleasant-unpleasant darkness. This section reminds me of one of my hypomanic episodes for some reason. It isn’t fully pleasant but there’s a manic rush of energy like that incessant itch you talk about and I find my solace in the unpleasantness.

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