You run
And I follow
But the chasing I do
Has left me hollow
I low-key (heh) want fractal-sherif
I walked
into the wild
and the trees
welcomed me
with open
branches
and open
heart
The fog creeps in,
thick like breath
on a window,
the hills fold
into themselves,
and I am
somewhere else
while the red bridge
cuts through the mist
like a wound
that has yet to heal
it is twilight again. she settles
into her spot upon a sky full
of stars. she looks down. i
wonder if she can see through
the blinds and into my bed. if she wants to see all this pain.
~K.T.
...
I held a snake.
I gave a spider water And I may have seen it wave;
I don't know if it was thanking me.
But I knew the snake was curious. Its skin felt cold on mine—
But the spider? I couldn't tell If it was thanking or
Warning me.
At least the snake Could show me its eyes.
The spider just waved and waved.
...
Andi Leigh 08/31/2024
they all have your face, except
you look happy. that’s how i know
this is not real.
~K.T.
@trash-ainu and @constancya
I don’t need therapy. I need my husband (archive of our own) to return from war (the server is currently down) and come home to his devoted wife (an ao3 user who was in the middle of reading a gay sex scene). it’s been almost two years (20 minutes) since he (ao3) has been taken from me
always shut doors and open windows, why the chill breeze on my back - i can’t bear all this fresh opportunity streaming blue, screaming who are you to refuse a calling? consider this a push into further than can be seen, for cold feet and hot hands busy with potential, view so wide it can’t be contained by panes split straight and squared, lines drawn and crossed, your leaving a threshold like a question still standing and abandoned, another empty frame
Thoughts like koi flop from
a stranger's wishing well mouth,
toxic with copper.