— q.l. | for day #7 of @babymoonpoet’s napowrimo prompts | transcript below feels l
— q.l. | for day #7 of @babymoonpoet’s napowrimo prompts | transcript below feels like summer again, spending half a red pen writing bad poetry about arson again, trying to persuade yourself not to burn it up in the kitchen sink again. it just always seems so easy, you know? you used up all the black ink by the end of high school & the blue a year later & little fires spit from the faucet’s mouth if you turn the handle just right. like any other cold-blooded creature, you know how to adore anything that grants a moment of warmth without ever trusting it to last, faithless & frozen in the calling light. but it feels like summer already, summer meaning stranded in amber-caught silences, every breath pulled from the echoing depths of wells long thought dry. feels like summer again, too-warm hands steering you inside the bathroom where the window blinds are lit into thin strips of blood again, someone saying if you catch fire i want to see it happen— -- source link
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