Laura TitzerOct 27, 20221 min readIcefields: I’ve died a thousand times, but can’t seem to shake myself loose. #PoemADay #poetry #poetrylovers #micropoetry
I’ve died a thousand times, but can’t seem to shake myself loose. #PoemADay #poetry #poetrylovers #micropoetry
I’m always lonely when you’re aroundRoaches rustle up Legs, screams catch in a black box; Septic words sting, black mold 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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