top of page

Christmas On The Floor

era

eagles rise

my old dragonfly

fingers spark webs of tiny lightning

igniting nerves

you whisper about infinite universes inside irises

dangerous metal stairs are imprinted on the bottoms of my feet for forever

belief...core belief? or defense mechanism?

anyways you fill me with butterflies and warmth

i wish you talked louder




2 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

new hips

Comments


bottom of page