DewLeah Scott-KirbyApr 19, 20201 min readA dog's breathheavy against thick, woven threadsThe mockingjay's chantnestled behind the hollowed silenceof a forgotten morning's intrinsic dew
A dog's breathheavy against thick, woven threadsThe mockingjay's chantnestled behind the hollowed silenceof a forgotten morning's intrinsic dew
WordsWords never used to stick so suddenly or surely to the inside of my cheek. Words would carry heavy in my mouth, careful not to spill...
Observations #1Two pink lawn chairs. Graffiti: MLPK, sprayed on the side of an electrical box in bright blue. An overgrown front yard. A couple,...
It’s fading.I’m trying desperately to hold on, but it’s fading. I can’t put into words how much I wish it weren’t softening it’s hue against the...
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