Laura TitzerNov 2, 20231 min readUntitledAs if Pan’s shadow,sighs peel from tongues, contractingthe afterpartyto other galaxies, starsgust by torrid breath.
As if Pan’s shadow,sighs peel from tongues, contractingthe afterpartyto other galaxies, starsgust by torrid breath.
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
UntitledI am pulled into individual pieces woven back in thirds forced through an eye, dragged over and under till my face is drawn taut with...
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