Endosymbionts

(This is a re-upload, as I had to take the original down as it was being submitted to a magazine. This is a slightly edited version. Enjoy!)   Myriads of threads peruseย  Such permeable thoughts I am their muse; They'll wander, prod Suggest, nod Until they find footing in the crevices I so carefully attend... Continue Reading →

The Garden

It's been three weeks to the day Since last your lips lay upon my heart Since those thumbs pressed against my bones And my ribcage aches with the knowledge That all that should grow in your wake Shall be fed with the loss of our love. So while the tendrils tread forth To permeate gossamer... Continue Reading →

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