trifolds
2 — a dream
a curse
mythic
3 — Oblivion,
Mirror,
Field of wheat
6 — Endings
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She hopes sooner than later she won’t flinch when thunder comes.
Illuminating life reminds her how she keeps being carved out.
A dream and a curse sleep beneath the same heartbeat.
A myth breaks her open
until waking becomes spiritual memory.
Indifference reaps what we care for,
knowing unattended blooms only wilt
if a heart won’t help the dew of a sunrise greet.
She used to relax like a field of wheat
under a cloudless baby-blue sky—
the kind of air that slows you down
on a Sunday afternoon.
The kind of breath she doesn’t regret reclaiming.
She’d drown herself anyway,
but annihilation has become a catalyst
to ruining the worst parts of her
into staying longer
than the mare of night’s haunting hopes for her.
Night ends too.
As above,
marrow meets a musing.
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Woke up at 2:36 a.m. and I needed to go back to bed
in between nature’s breath that names me indie
through a sea of azure.
GO TO BED BLUE ✨😂