Laura TitzerNov 15, 20231 min readI’m always lonely when you’re aroundRoaches rustle upLegs, screams catch in a black box;Septic words sting, blackmold builds strength over time,A monster, as you call it.
Roaches rustle upLegs, screams catch in a black box;Septic words sting, blackmold builds strength over time,A monster, as you call it.
things my feet catch in high tide:venomous brain cells manic marrow memory-rich barnacles fretful fingernails fatty judgment
UntitledAs if Pan’s shadow, sighs peel from tongues, contracting the afterparty to other galaxies, stars gust by torrid breath.
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