snapping
heelward, knees hurt
harpies smack their wings black
i am frightened of the coming
night’s wrap
moonless
and brimming over with crickets
crackling like a panic
attack in may:
hot fear
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snapping
heelward, knees hurt
harpies smack their wings black
i am frightened of the coming
night’s wrap
moonless
and brimming over with crickets
crackling like a panic
attack in may:
hot fear