A Modern Muse

A MODERN MUSE:  she is everywhere. text messages, last words, love letters, myth - different stimuli beating in the same circardian rhythm. the evidence is damning, my wrists only write sober. how do you explain a ghost with no name?  

A MODERN MUSE:  Sixteen poems I wrote when I was seventeen about what it means to love somebody and what it's like to lose. Think constellation sin and girl thighs with wolf marks. Breathe in the moth wings, the change of seasons. Above all, read this now.

listen to the playlist that goes with it here : https://open.spotify.com/user/armeeyah/playlist/4Tnm5wM1sfe9MxIrbozIEx 

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