Can I give you words—the kind that sting & kiss, both at once. As does this storm, fiercely blowing at the leaves within your belly, green and supple to the tongue.
Can I give you, what was torn, from my slaughtered gut?
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Ice on My Lashes
PoesiaCan I give you words-the kind that sting & kiss, both at once. As does this storm, fiercely blowing at the leaves within your belly, green and supple to the tongue. Can I give you, what was torn, from my slaughtered gut? -The Cold Prose of Winter...
Hunting Season
Can I give you words—the kind that sting & kiss, both at once. As does this storm, fiercely blowing at the leaves within your belly, green and supple to the tongue.
Can I give you, what was torn, from my slaughtered gut?